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Life’s Bjeen Good To Me So Far

Hey, Joe Walsh.

“Heeeey, man.”

What’s going on here?

“No idea. Am I on drugs again?”

I don’t think so. That’s Bjork.

“God bless you.”

No, her name is Bjork.

“Is that her first name or last name?”

First. Her full name is Bjork Bjorksen.

“Italian?”

Icelandic.

“Nah, man. That’s not a real place.”

I swear, Joe. Like, 400,00 people live there. They even have cable teevee.

“Huh. Well, yeah, okay, but what the fuck is this, man?”

You never met an artistic white girl before?

“Sure, lots of ’em.”

Well, she’s the most artistic and the most white you can get.

“She smells like ambiguity.”

There ya go.

Bobert, Bjork

bobby bjork

What the fuck is this?

“Oh, hey. This is Bjork, possibly.”

I’m pretty sure that isn’t Bjork.

“It might be that Zooey Deschanel gal.”

I don’t think it is.

“She’s a triple threat.”

“I was told it was Bjork.”

It’s not Bjork. Bjork can’t play the fucking sitar: we would’ve heard about that by now.

She is giving you the look of love, though.

“Still Bobby after all these years, brother.”