George Pov In The Beatles Biopic Where He's Constantly Zoning Out And Having Daydream Sequences About

All of the Beatles dying in a glue trap

i mean what if they were like this in beatles cartoon

Me when i still bagged that baddie even after the polyquad broke up

(or Me and the bad bitch i pulled by being a silly little guy)

NOOOOOO

old men pringo :3

old man pringle date

November 10th, 1967 (Saville Theatre, London): The Beatles shoot the promotional film for ‘Hello Goodbye’. (Note: This is a multi-edit of different available footage shot, official or alternate or otherwise.) 

The Beatles interviewed by Gianni Bisiach in Great Yarmouth, 30th June 1963

Q:How did you invent this way of putting your jackets and stuff? John: We got it from Paris, Pierre Cardin Paul: Pierre. Cardin. Q: And the idea is yours, or somebody else? John: No, Pierre Cardin in Paris... Paul: It was his originally... John: ... as I saidPaul: ...But groups didn't use to have this sort of jacket, they used to wear ordinary suits John: Or like this Paul: Or like that John: Like what? Paul: But we adopted this fashion... John: It's a French fashion Paul: From whom? John and George: PIERRE CARDIN!

A Mclennon silent movie

September 1964 Atlantic City

Highlights:

Paul pulling a prank on John with the chair

Ringo almost sitting on George

George dilligently answering questions while his parents are flirting

The under the table naughty payback, there's something evil when John looked directly into the camera. You can totally see John licking his mouth in satisfaction, must've been one hell of an inner thigh squeeze

That "ey" from Paul

Princess Paulie twirling his hair and being his beautiful self

Mclennon pigtail pulling

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“What were the Beatles really like? She’s asked this every day. “Very irreverent, very flirty,” she says, “just like my own boys growing up. That John Lennon was a very naughty boy. He preferred men. He was very shy with women, you know, trying to get confidence in himself with that naughty schoolboy humour, that catch-the-girl, kiss-the-girl thing. If you came on as a siren, he’d run a mile.””

Cilla Black, interview in the Telegraph, August, 1997