LMFAO

"Hey...want to hear the most annoying sound in the world? EAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"GUYS. GUYS. GUYS. Fellas. Can we...listen to the radio or something?

"Radio? Pfft, haha, who needs a radio...Ready Harry?"

"MOCK."

"YEAH."

"ING"

"YEAH"

"BIRD"

"YEAH"

"YEAH"

"YEAH"

"MOCKING BIRD DON'T EVERYBODY HAVE YOU HEARD"

"HAVE YOU HEARD."

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I was at George's apartment, sharing a bottle of Scotch with him when we heard music coming from upstairs. George had told me Brian would have parties with all his friends, and that was probably one of them ( Read more... )

"I don't fucking get you Lennon! He can't play, he doesn't even face the crowd!" I pushed him, angrily. "You're the one that's so set on getting famous, but he's holding us back, and you fucking know it ( Read more... )

I was sitting next to John on the couch of his hotel room. George was in mine, talking to Ringo.

John had a notebook in his lap, a pencil in hand.

"How's the song coming?" I asked, leaning over to peak at the notebook.