Odd.

Apparently some people are upset at Bob Dylan winning the Nobel Prize for Lit. Apparently people wanted some obscure starving poet (like there’s any other kind) to win it.

Pick up a guitar, Mr. Pretentious Poet, and rant and rheum. You think Bob Dylan can sing? The man can barely speak. Rant and rheum and pluck that guitar and pay the damn rent with your own money for once.

By the way, do you know what you win when you win a Nobel Prize? A trip to beautiful Oslo (LOL), but also a million bucks, with which you can get the hell out of Oslo.

“Hibbing, Minnesota–and step on it!”