Wait, Johnny Rotten was doing what – and he got bit by a WHAT on his WHERE???

Once upon a time, there was a man named John Lydon. For a short period in the 1970’s, he was the lead singer of the seminal punk band the Sex Pistols, operating under the nom de plume of Johnny Rotten. You might know their hits, “God Save the Queen” and “Anarchy in the U.K.”

The Sex Pistols broke up, but Lydon continued making music, whether it was as part of a collaboration with Afrika Bambaataa…

And he also spent some time with his own band, Public Image Ltd.

But strangely, over the years, John Lydon has turned into a parody of himself. A man who once sang about commercialization is now the face of a series of butter commercials.

And having lived in America long enough to become an American citizen, we discover that Lydon voted in the Presidential election – for Donald Trump. Yep, Johnny Rotten went full-on MAGA.

And now this. And in twelve years of continuous once-a-day blogging… I never thought I’d have to put these words together in any sort of complete sentence. But here we go.

Apparently, while tending to some neighborhood squirrels, John Lydon was bitten by a flea on his penis.

I’ll give you a minute to clean up after you just spit out your breakfast.

But yes, inquiring minds want to know, so here’s the link.

Apparently Lydon has befriended a series of wild squirrels in his Los Angeles home, and has fed them whatever peanuts and treats he can.

The squirrels, none of whom were wearing any flea collars, got close enough to Lydon that some fleas jumped off the squirrels and jumped onto his public image. The fleas were limited in their travels, but apparently one little bugger decided to go straight for the crown jewels, and never mind the bollocks.

And yes, John Lydon got bit on his penis, as well as sustained flea bites on other parts of his body.

I shouldn’t laugh at this. I shouldn’t take any sort of sadistic pride in this story.

Then again … I’m good with a little schadenfreude.

Yeah, call me a silly sod, will you, Lydon?

Hey, maybe you can use that English butter as a salve.

At least I know how to catch squirrels and not have to deal with flea bites on my junk. Here’s blog proof.