Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Yeetle Box - How Does It Feel

Bob Dylan's California neighbors, Cindy and David Emminger, a family living near the 67-year-old folk and rock icon's house in the posh California beachside community of Malibu have complained to city officials about an outdoor portable toilet, which is apparently used by guards on Dylan's compound.

Cindy and David Emminger say the toilet wafts fumes from waste treatment chemicals, and that the smell carried by breezes from the Pacific Ocean makes their family feel ill.

"It's a scandal — 'Mr Civil Rights' is killing our civil rights," said a defiant David Emminger, holding a handkerchief over his face. "Feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door."

Meanwhile, a helicopter from a local television station hovered over Dylan's property this week, capturing video of the offending toilet. The pilot of the helicopter stated just hovering over the property made him ill. "Wow," he said. "I love Dylan's music, but phew...somethin's blowin' in the wind down there, but it ain't me, babe."


Shortly thereafter firefighters were called to Dylan's home to whiff the toilet odors. Said the Fire Chief, "Never smelled anything like it - ever. I guess he's getting to that age when he was so much older then. He's younger than that now."

But Malibu Mayor Andy Stern said other neighbors report smelling nothing from the toilet, and that he has left the matter to the enforcers of the city's code on objectionable odors. (That fact that there is a city code on objectionable odors is interesting in itself. But I regress...)

"I really have not involved myself in Bob Dylan's toilet, and by the way I haven't involved myself in anyone else's toilet in Malibu," Stern said, just to be certain that he was not singling out a known celebrity. "You see," he added, "You don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows."

A spokesman for Dylan stated he expected the situation was temporary as the weather forecast indicated a hard rain was a'gonna fall.

Something is happening, but we don't know what it is. Do we, Mr. Jones?

The YeetleMaster

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