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Johnny Rotten has a story that is almost as wild as his days with the Sex Pistols.
The singer lives in Venice Beach, and he has welcomed the local squirrels into his house. Unbeknownst to him, they had fleas on then. A few of the little buggers jumped off of his friend and on to his best friend.
“I looked down there this morning at my willy and there’s a f***ing flea bite on it,” Rotten told the Daily Star. “And there’s another one on the inside of my leg.”
What is his magic PIL to stop the intense itching? He is using lots and lots of Vaseline all over the love bites.
Is the Punk Rocker mad at the squirrels for what happened? Not at all, he plans to continue to be “…spending a lot of money on these little f***ers.”
Rotten has a new book out called I Could Be Wrong, I Could Be Right that details more of his wild adventures throughout his career that started in the late ’70s.
I doubt he will talk about the time I saw him in concert in Miami with Public Image LTD. When he was singing the song The Body and got to the chorus of we want your body, he turned around, pulled down his shorts, and gave a true moon over Miami with his huge white a$$. The image has forever been etched in my memory. Therefore, what happened with the squirrels gives me some satisfaction. Is that wrong? I mean, it was a dark night, and his arse blinded us because it was so freaking white, and he was wearing all white.
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