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Ono is a bit intimidated by my room rearranging. He always freaks out a little bit when he sees me move furniture--he hides under the dining room table. But yesterday I moved my stereo and all my LPs into the bedroom so I can listen to music when I go to bed. I always put Ono's pillow by my bed but last night he didn't sleep on it, I think because it was too close to the stereo stuff. Weird.
But before that, I drank a couple of beers and gave him a few licks of the ale. Then I got out my guitar and we formed the Plastered Ono Band.
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Ever notice how this place just basically, well, sucks.
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