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Beatle-worms and a BRAVO journalist

George Harrison, the one with the thickest mop of hair on his head sits in the corner, experimenting with one of his eight guitars. The journalist could now ask questions about guitars or about the knowledge George had acquired as an apprentice electrician, about his favorite woman and about the reason for his quietness. But the journalist is just lying there, his feet dangling over the armrest, smoking his pipe, grinning stupidly. John, Paul and Ringo surround him. "He isn't asking any questions, the man", John says. "He is ill", says Paul with light, stretched intonation. "We have to examine him", says Ringo. They stick their fingers into his ear, they listen to his heartbeat through an empty champagne glass, (they don't drink champagne but the journalists do!), they wave air towards him with an empty record sleeve, and they shake their hair like wild horses. "He can't be saved", says John. Ringo makes a sad face and covers the journalist with a tablecloth. For Ringo it seems he is already dead. "What can we do for him?", asks Paul. [...] The Beatles look at each other. "He really can't be saved", George now says too, without putting down his guitar. "Yes, there is a way", says Paul. "He has to worm." "Yeah", John agrees, "worming is the best medicine." "Against or for what?", inquires the journalist. "No one knows", John says. "But it's a wonderful medicine." So, the journalist wormed with the Beatles. It's their newest enjoyment during their leisure time. When they are sitting somewhere in a hotel room and can't even leave to go into the hallway because they are besieged by fans, they are killing time by worming. Thereby time is killed in a way that it will never be alive again. How does one 'worm'? Simple answer: Two or more people lie down next to each other against a wall, feet against the baseboard. Arms are being presses tight against the body. And now at a signal you have to push yourself forward like a worm. Whoever hits their head against the opposite wall first, is the winner. He is a top-worm. BRAVO, June 1964

(German original below)

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First Meeting

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more of these two HAHA

kenposting

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no mercy 😭

inspired by this post, in which Damian does not know what Vine is

SPIDERS AHHHHH

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burrowing creature