I thought I should write something a little more fun. How about the four lads.........aside from their professional singing career, works with the cops in salving various cases. Sounds like a lot of fun to write! I'll give it a shot!
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(I still can't figure out this typing thing!!)
George approached John, who took another bite of his food. "I could easily make you choke on that."
"No. I won't let you do that to me. Now, leave me alone so I can enjoy my food in peace."
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It was late in the day. They all had gone to John's house to continue writing their music. Everyone was bored. Paul was once again reading the paper, John and Ringo were playing poker with pretzels instead of real money, and George was messing with Paul...........well, he tried to but Paul just ignored him.
"Don't you have anything better to do?" Paul asked.
"Actually, yes. I gotta go home. See you all tomorrow."
"That's all we ever do."
"What? See each other?"
"Yep. It gets boring seeing you lot at the bloody time."
"Oh stop yer complaining John. It never does you good when you complain." Paul stated.
John looked up at Ringo. "With the way yer going now, I'm bound to win this game."
"Over my dear body." Ringo said as he started playing more seriously.
"That can be arranged Mr. Starr." John said as he laid a card down.
"You can't touch me Mr. Lennon. I won't let you." Ringo looked over at George who was getting his shoes on, getting ready to leave.
"I can. Don't tempt me."
John walked up to his television and turned it on. Then, he started flipping through the channels. "Nothing." He whispered.
"Be social John. Turn that off."
"Then someone better entertain me."
Ringo looked at john, then looked at John's cards. He slowly reached over and took a peek before setting them down quickly.
"Ringo, you better not peek at my hand."
"What makes you think I will?"
"You did it before."
John stood up and walked back to his hand. "You peeked!"
"I didn't!"
"Fibber! You peeked at my hand!"
"Why are you accusing me of something I didn't do?"
"You did do it! My hand was moved! I want a rematch. NOW!"
"Okay. No need to get snippy."
"I was winning! You ruined my streak!"
"What streak? I won the last hand. Come to think of it, this was our sixth hand and you haven't won once."
"Don't rub it in. I don't have me mind with me today."
"You never had yer mind with you."
John glared at him disapprovingly. "Don't forget, I have a gun. I can kill you."
"You don't keep yer gun in the house. Remember? It's always at the office."
John growled. "Don't remind me."
"Too late."
It's sad that when I make Beatle references to your family and no one gets it. 😨😨
