John and Paul had a group tug.
JS sent me a TMI story, and if I hadda read it you’re gonna read it.
“What it was,” he explains after I have prompted him, “was over at John’s house, and it was just a group of us. And instead of just getting roaring drunk and partying—I don’t even know if we were staying over or anything—we were all just in these chairs, and the lights were out, and somebody started masturbating, so we all did.”
There would be about five of them: McCartney, Lennon, and maybe three of Lennon’s friends. As they each concentrated on their mission, anyone in the group was encouraged to shout out a name that would offer relevant inspiration.
“We were just, ‘Brigitte Bardot!’ ‘Whoo!'” McCartney says, “and then everyone would thrash a bit more.”
At least until one of them—the one you would perhaps expect—opted for disruption over stimulation.
“I think it was John sort of said, ‘Winston Churchill!'” McCartney remembers, and acts out the aghast, stymied reactions.
I ask whether this ritual took place often.
“I think it was a one-off,” McCartney replies. “Or maybe it was like a two-off. It wasn’t a big thing. But, you know, it was just the kind of thing you didn’t think much of. It was just a group. Yeah, it’s quite raunchy when you think about it. There’s so many things like that from when you’re a kid that you look back on and you’re, ‘Did we do that?’ But it was good harmless fun. It didn’t hurt anyone. Not even Brigitte Bardot.”
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All Together Now
Any Time At All
Two of Us
Help!
I Call Your Name
I Don’t Want To Spoil the Party
With a Little Help From My Friends
Junk
Please Please Me
Tell Me What You See
Twist and Shout
We Can Work It Out
and
You Really Got a Hold on Me
are just some of the songs that I will never hear the same again.
What few Beatles’ songs that I sort of liked, you just ruined for me BFH. A group jerk…, really? Gross.
And now I have to run across the universe, through the strawberry fields, over to spotify to delete some songs because I just imagined Paul McCartney and I’ve just seen an O face.
Ugh. So gross.
I thought anyone that would marry Yoko was just too lazy to jerk off. I stand corrected.
I could have gone all day without knowing that!
Sergeant Peckers Lonely Hearts Club Band
five ‘ll getcha ten he has a funny story about what cock tastes like too
I find this hard to believe. Is this some kind of put on? I could never imagine {nor would want to} any of my friends acting that way. If they had I’d have freaked out and bolted.
Must be my catholic upbringing.
It’s a fact, obama continues this tradition, alone, shouting out one name.
I’ll bet the maid was pissed.
At first when I first read it. I thought he said and three Lennon Sisters and I went Hell yeah.
then after reading it again, I realized it was three of Lennon’s friends, as in guy friends
Then the ick factor set in and
I realized I really fucking hate the beat-tels. Get it. Beat. Tels.
Awe never mind
I gonna go vomit now.
@BeattheMeatles September 11, 2018 at 4:38 pm
> I thought anyone that would marry Yoko was just too lazy to jerk off. I stand corrected.
I’ll join you. Just gimme a minute.
Talk about a hard day’s nightmare…
“There’s so many things like that from when you’re a kid that you look back on and you’re, ‘Did we do that?’ But it was good harmless fun.”
So, Paul – you would – what; want to help your son or grandson do this since it is good … harmless … fun? I’m thinkin’ John was lucky to have his idiocy cut short because you know he would have moved onto many much worse activities.
come together right now over me….. UM! NOOOO THANK YOU!
I heard the news today OOH boy
I wanna hold your hand …. NO sorry
I feel fine … yeah I bet
Was he drunk? I mean why else would anyone tell that story?
G-ROSS!
Can’t buy me love
Why don’t we d-do it in the road.
Do you wanna know a secret? no no I don’t
Everybody has something to hide (except me and my monkey)
Hippy hippy shake
It won’t be long
Nothing shaking but the leaves on the trees ( and my wood)
Eleanor Rigby = mistress/groupie
Isn’t it good…Norwegian wood?
Sargent Pecker ?
I never liked the beatles. I believe I have said that before.
Songs: Norwegian Woody, Ejaculation #9
Albums: Rubber Solo, Revolter
Happiness is a cold gun (IYKWIM).
Oh come now!
You mean,
Oh cum now!
I thought it was about a couple of Popes at first!
She Came In Through the Bathroom Window
Happiness is a warm gun
Beat the Meatles
@beachmom:
Was he drunk? I mean why else would anyone tell that story?
G-ROSS!
Because:
Money (That’s What I Want)
You should read Phil Esposito’s book where he and his friends jerked off into a bottle to see if they could fill it up. Lost all respect for the junk man after that, I was a North Stars fan and hated the Bruins, but still respected Tony and Phil.
@ Bad Brad – I think, at this point, the maid was PISSED on.
Asshole just can’t go THAT far in the interview and what he ‘remembered’….acid and all.
Will still listen to Georges songs…gleefully.
I’m thinking the other 3 were Jagger, Richards & Wyman
ya know …. ‘Stinky Fingers’
Two fag Beatles: We Gotta Work It In.
Why periodically roll out these gutter ball post? Unbecoming for people who mostly have more than three decades in the rear view mirror.
@ BFH – why did the photo change from Churchill to Eww girl?
Some things are better left unsaid.
What would compel him to relate such a thing?
“Oh! Did I say that out loud?”
izlamo delenda est …
@ groucho Marxist NY Post stole your headline !
https://www.google.com/amp/digg.com/2018/new-york-post-beatles-cover%3famp=true