| Curtain Call! CURTAIN CALL!!! | |||||||||
| Below the fab picture is what the lads are saying... | |||||||||
| John: Hey there! I'm am truly on fire. Paul: Now Ringo, you've had exprience, what is that round thing in front of us flashing some sort of lightning at us? Ringo: As I am the drumer, I should know, correct? Paul: Yeah, now what is it? George: Ha *snorts some air*...You really don't know Paul? Paul: Just bloody tell me what it is! John: *chuckles* Not a hole in Ringos pocket. Ringo: As you can clearly see Paul it is a motor. George: How can ya tell? Paul: SH SH!! Let the chap speak! Ringo: From my days in the Auto-Glass corp. I can tell that it has a 1958 enginue on it. Paul: Hm? Ringo: Ya see the black round scope? Paul: Yeah. George: Na, I think it is a ice cream machine. John: *chuckles more* What the devil are you chaps chattin' about? Paul: Well Ringo thinks this is a 1958 motor, and I think it is a 1957. George: What about my ice cream comment, eh? John: You lads are being sarcastic right? Ringo: No, but look! John: *sighs, and smiles with a strickly angered tone* Its a camra ya swine. Paul and Ringo: Oh. Thats what that is. George: *laughs and snorts some more air* That was fab John. |
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