fuck yoko



[click image, and that was 40+ years ago! We're further ahead now.]


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For days, seems every time I try to listen to a podcast or click on a link, somehow, Yoko keeps coming up. It's getting on my nerves. I don't like her. I never have liked her. I put up with her for John's sake, and he came to be with me three days after he died, in the back of that Bentley limousine at the ski resort, and he told me that he was just fine and Yoko was about the money and so she, too, was just fine. So. Fine. She's never been more than a posturing maniac and can we just quit with Yoko everywhere again, now, PLEASE?

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It has been cold here for a couple days and I'm tired of it already. So I started looking up the weather for a bunch of different places, places I know my friends live. Well, sorry, guys. It's over five and up to seven degrees warmer at my house than it is at yours, and while it only rained a little bit today, we're due for a lot more over the rest of the week, and it isn't looking so promising for rain where you are as it is for where I am.

This probably makes you mad, but... well... remember it's more likely to help extinctify some salmon up here than it would have been down there. So. So I'm not bragging, okay?


always and any time....