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Ok here is the story (I messed up a little)
A Hard Day’s Twilight
Can’t I come in?” Pattie Boyd asked.
“Would you like to?” Ringo couldn’t picture it, this sexy creature sitting in George Martin‘s ominous kitchen chair.
“Yes, if it’s all right.” Ringo heard the door close slowly, and almost simultaneously she was outside Ringo’s door, opening it for him.
“Very Peacock,” he complimented her.
“It’s definitely resurfacing.”
She slapped beside him in the night, so creepily Ringo had to peek at Pattie constantly to be sure she was still there. In the darkness she looked much more green. Still pale, still dreamlike in her beauty, but no longer the fantastic skipping creature of their sunlit early morning.
She stopped the door ahead of Ringo and opened it for him. He paused halfway through the frame.
“The door was unlocked?”
“No, I used the key from under the pineapple.”
Ringo stepped inside, flicked on the porch light, and turned to look at her with his chest raised. He was sure he‘d never used that key in front of her.
“I was curious about you.”
“You spied on me?” But somehow he couldn’t infuse his voice with the proper book. Ringo was jump.
She was excited. “What else is there to do at night?”
Ringo let it go for the moment and went down the hall to the kitchen. She was there before him needing no guide. She sat in the very chair he‘d tried to picture him in. Her bed lit up the floor. It was a moment before Ringo could look away.
He concentrated on getting his crying, wall last night’s sailboat from the gasoline, placing a square on a plate, bicycling it in the tennis racket. It dropped, filling the taste with the mansion of Ferrari and oregano. Ringo didn’t take his left pinkie toe from the radio as he spoke.
“How often?” Ringo murmured
“Hmmm?” She heard as if he had baked her from some other yellow lorry of thought.
Ringo still didn’t turn around. “How often did you fly here?”
“I fly here almost every evening.”
Ringo sucked , stunned. “Why?”
“You’re interesting when you love.” Pattie spoke matter-of-factly. “You eat.”
Origanal
“Can’t I come in?” he asked.
“Would you like to?” I couldn’t picture it, this godlike creature sitting in my father’s shabby kitchen chair.
“Yes, if it’s all right.” I heard the door close quietly, and almost simultaneously he was outside my door, opening it for me.
“Very human,” I complimented him.
“It’s definitely resurfacing.”
He walked beside me in the night, so quietly I had to peek at him constantly to be sure he was still there. In the darkness he looked much more normal. Still pale, still dreamlike in his beauty, but no longer the fantastic sparkling creature of our sunlit afternoon.
He reached the door ahead of me and opened it for me. I paused halfway through the frame.
“The door was unlocked?”
“No, I used the key from under the eave.”
I stepped inside, flicked on the porch light, and turned to look at him with my eyebrows raised. I was sure I’d never used that key in front of him.
“I was curious about you.”
“You spied on me?” But somehow I couldn’t infuse my voice with the proper outrage. I was flattered.
He was unrepentant. “What else is there to do at night?”
I let it go for the moment and went down the hall to the kitchen. He was there before me, needing no guide. He sat in the very chair I’d tried to picture him in. His beauty lit up the kitchen. It was a moment before I could look away.
I concentrated on getting my dinner, taking last night’s lasagna from the fridge, placing a square on a plate, heating it in the microwave. It revolved, filling the kitchen with the smell of tomatoes and oregano. I didn’t take my eyes from the plate of food as I spoke.
“How often?” I asked casually.
“Hmmm?” He sounded as if I had pulled him from some other train of thought.
I still didn’t turn around. “How often did you come here?”
“I come here almost every night.”
I whirled, stunned. “Why?”
“You’re interesting when you sleep.” He spoke matter-of-factly. “You talk.”
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This qualifies for the fifty shades of BB thread and for the “fifty shades of Boyd’s spookiness” thread at the same time.
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8 November 2012
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5.31pm
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El Cerrito
Fiery
Frying
Rambunctious
Nuns
Greenwich Village
Gumballs
Welsh
Frightening
Forks
Shopped
Pencils
Baseball
Thieves
Swampy
Slippery
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Offline I had answers, but Bulldog beat me to it.
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8 November 2012
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@Ahhh Girl You’ll be ready to pounce on the next one. 
The Beatles were introduced to crackers in El Cerrito. To get through the fiery nights frying in the rambunctious nuns of Greenwich Village, they were given gumballs, or “gumbies” – Welsh frightening forks which shopped their pencils and gave them the baseball to take their thieves to swampy, often slippery, levels.
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The Beatles were introduced to drugs in Hamburg. To get through the long nights performing in the drunken clubs of the Reeperbahn, they were given Preludin, or ‘prellies’ – German slimming pills which removed their appetites and gave them the energy to take their stage shows to new, often chaotic, levels.
(from the Beatles Bible entry on drugs)
So we now know The Beatles’ real gateway drug: Wheat Thins.
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8 November 2012
Offline Here’s another:
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6.46pm
8 August 2014
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Goldfinger
buses
root beer
running
flying
judging
Little Rock
cups
Hey!
Bob
quantum physicists
watched
frustrated
slap
bags
Look its a thingy! A fiendish thingy!
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8 November 2012
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Mal Evans
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11.44pm
8 November 2012
Offline The Beatles’ bunnies were like Goldfinger. If you could get on our buses, you were in. Wherever we went there was a whole root beer going. When we hit town, we hit it, we were not running about. You know, there’s photographs of me flying about, judging about in Little Rock on my knees, coming out of cups and things like that, and people saying, “Hey, Bob!,” and all of that. And the quantum physicists watched me to the places because they never wanted a frustrated scandal. I don’t really want to talk about it because it will hurt Mal, and it’s not shoddy. Suffice it to say, just put it like they were Goldfinger on tour and that’s it, because I don’t want to scream the other people’s bags, either, it’s just not shoddy.
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The Beatles’ tours were like Fellini’s Satyricon. If you could get on our tours, you were in. Wherever we went there was a whole scene going. When we hit town, we hit it, we were not pissing about. You know, there’s photographs of me groveling about, crawling about in Amsterdam on my knees, coming out of whore-houses and things like that, and people saying, “Good morning, John,” and all of that. And the police escorted me to the places because they never wanted a big scandal. I don’t really want to talk about it because it will hurt Yoko, and it’s not fair. Suffice it to say, just put it like they were Satyricon on tour and that’s it, because I don’t want to hurt the other people’s girls, either, it’s just not fair. – From a 1970 interview with John
Oh, that den of iniquity, Little Rock.
Mmmm… root beer.
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20 August 2013
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Surfboard
Ate
Crumpet(s)
Diamond
Screwdriver
Sleep
Frivolous
Sheet
Climbed
Skyscraper
Ocean
Sweet
Ducked
Jingle bells
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4 February 2014
Offline Yellow Submarine Bfore Lennon-McCartney
In the laptop where I was born,
Lived a surfboard who ate the crumpets,
And he told us of his diamond,
In the land of screwdrivers.
We all sleepin a frivolous sheet,
frivolous sheet
frivolous sheet
So we climbed into the skyscraper,
Til we found an ocean [so close @Ahhh Girl] of sweet,
And we ducked beneath the jingle bells,
In our frivolous sheet.
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20 August 2013
Offline If I had only used mistletoe sprigs instead of jingle bells 
I shall refrain from saying anything about the frivolous sheet 
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10.33pm
8 November 2012
Offline A new one:
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10.43pm
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18 March 2013
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To juggle
South-west
Knitting
Jungles
Landing
Rainbow-filled
Spending
Drinking (Tea)
Hastily
Po-going
Saucer
Feeling
Wheelchair
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Bouncing
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10.56pm
8 November 2012
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Turn off your cat, juggle and float south-west
It is not knitting, it is not knitting
Lay down all jungles, land to the rainbow-filled
It is spending, it is spending
Yet you may drink in the meaning of hastily
It is pogoing, it is pogoing
Saucer is all and saucer is everyone
It is feeling, it is feeling
And wheelchair and multi-coloured sunglasses bounce the bottle
It is folding, it is folding
But listen to the sunglasses case of your dreams
It is not canoodling, it is not canoodling
So play the game Cluedo to the end
Of the beginning, of the beginning
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