George Harrison does Messages

Yoko Oh No! (I thought it was a creative title at the time.)

Authors note: this is my first attempt at writing a story, I realise that it is different, and for that I hope it is not hated. If you have strong feelings towards hatred regarding my story you can fuck right off. That's right, off you fuck! Straight out that door to the left with the sign above stating "Fuckers to whom have been told to fuck right off, go on! Off you fuck!"

Here are some rules I'd like to make known in terms of comments;

- Negative feedback not welcome. If Negative Feedback is made, I shall be forced to use the "fuck right off door."

- On that note, sycophantic feedback is also not welcome. If sycophantic feedback is made I shall be forced to use the "Piss off you MUNTED SPOON door." It is a door that is widely lesser know than its cousin the "Fuck right off door." However it does not lack in Mankeyness, if for whatever reason one needs to locate this door, it can be found off to the left, opposite the "Fuck right off door," just passed the "Fiendish thingy corner." (Fiendish thingy corner is the corner where the most fiendish of thingies live, you know, like Yoko.)

- if you don't like the Beatles... your a walking, talking, blistering, RECTUM. You are a pimple, the pubescent acne on society's back that needs to be removed with concentrated prescription drugs, and regular use of DermAid cream.

- Oh fuck it. You probably haven't read this far anyway! I know I never do.

I don't know. Just do what you want, I don't care. I'll upload new chapters with varying levels of success. Keep reading to the next chapter, or don't. Like I said, I don't care.

Are you still here?!

I told you already, this chapter is finished!

Piss off home!

I swear to god! (Whom I don't believe in,) If your still here by the time I'm back, I won't hesitate to put you in the fiendish thingy corner with Yoko to keep you company!!!!

Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Into the corner you go!!!!!!!!!

*insert unpleasant sounds of pain here*

Give me a break! Alright! Just leave me alone!!! Of course your not in the fiendish thingy corner! It's a made up place! Your in your bedroom, all "feet and a head to match" with that foot for a head of yours glued to your bloody phone screen!!!!

I'm sorry, it's just been really hard for me recently. My wife, Sandra, she... She left me. And she took the kids with her, she took my children, and didn't tell me where. Goddamit I miss little Timmy!

What the fuck am I on about?!!!? Jesus Christ the amount of shit that just came out of my mouth! We may as well refer to my mouth as my second arse whole, that's how much shit just came out of my mouth!!! Little Timmy? Ahahaha fucking hell! You believed it didn't you? There was a brief moment there where you where like "My sweet Lord! This guy has lost his wife and kids and as a result has gone looney! He's going to lure me into his white van and make me and other wattpad users into his new family, he'll kill us and string us up in his basement and control our limbs using fishing wire strung from the ceiling!"

I'd like you to ignore how detailed that description was, and not Google the unsolved 12 missing persons case of 2010. Thank you that is all.