An old pair of hush puppies you found at the bottom of a box of old records!
Some nice, sensible walking shoes.
Bob Dylan's old shoes. For real.
Why do people wear shoes? There's something fishy going on here. Do we have to wear shoes? There was a documentary on cable last week about shoes. TWO DOCUMENTARIES? Do the cable guys know something we don't?
Bright blue pixie boots with bells on their toes.
A big pile of Elvis soundtracks!
A WoW expansion CD. That's a record, isn't it?
A bootleg of Jerry Garcia vomiting for 90 minutes.
Mozart for Babies
The Wicker Man Soundtrack
The Best of NASCAR
...makes human music. I don't understand human music.
...sings negro music
...makes music that I don't have time to listen to any more.
...was raised Catholic
...oooh! He's a tricksome devil!
...collects old records.
...god from god, life from life, true god from true god.
...is made of plastic and sits on my dashboard.
...used to be mates with Bob Dylan but isn't any more.
...people say he was real but he might not have been but he might have been. Let's argue about it for 50 pages or so. That'll help clear up the issue.
...is God to some people. That's cool. Other people don't believe in him. That's cool too.
High tea by the Thames.
It's a toss up between burnt weenie sandwich and communion wafers.