George Imagine :||
You and your husband, George, where at Paul McCartney's house with the other Beatles for dinner.
When you where served steaks, salads, cake, and other foods, you and George dug in. "You guys, stop eating like hogs." John says.
George opens his mouth to speak, but food flys everywhere. "Hmh I ghff fhdjk shyyf..." is the sound that comes out of George's mouth.
You swat his arm, swallow your food, and say, "Don't forget to swallow."
He chuckles, takes a piece of pie, and slams it in your face. "George!" you shriek, as his laughs his head off. "You got something on your face, Y/N love."
He wipes the cream off your face, and kisses your lips. "FOOD FIGHT!" Ringo shouts, launching salad at Paul. "Oh, it's on." Paul says. Soon, Paul's house was turned into a battle field.
George, John, and You where on a team. As Paul and Ringo where on a team. Potato's and peas flew across the room, gravy was flung, and everything was a huge mess.
You had go mashed Potato's all over you, peas in your hair, and gravy leaving a stain on your crotch area. George laughed, and kissed you. "You're a mess." he chuckled.
The End.
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