I had the craziest dream the other morning. I was at a huge festival of some sort and I was surrounded by The Beatles (minus John). They were young and still had their 60s haircuts, but were dressed in clothes for our time. Oh and George's hair was nattily moussed and gelled. Anyway, they're getting ready to go up on stage to perform (for me!). I very firmly tell them I want George to sing, because he's my favourite (he still is). Ringo gets all upset and they all start fighting.
PATTOTE: Better living through The Great Goat. Even The Beatles can't get enough of me!
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