Los Bastardos Reunidos
Tales of True Adventure for Rugged Men Not Unlike Yourself
And she ate George’s digestive biscuits too, the bitch.
I was strolling on the Upper West Side one day and walked by Ms. Ono. I thought “man that looks like Yoko Ono – the sunglasses and everything.”
Then I remembered that she lives there and went “Oh… Duh!”
Of course, this won’t compare to Renfield’s story, which will be something like
“I saw Yoko open for Laurie Anderson at Max’s Kansas City once.
Robert Mapplethorpe punched me.”
Never saw her.
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