AN: I don't own The Beatles in any way shape or form. Thank god for them. This is purly crack that I am blaiming my sister for compleatly. Please don't hate me too much.
Paul is sitting at the kitchen table reading his copy of 'The Daily Mail' when John walks in, and spotting him, does the Fonzie pose and says "Hey Paul! I've got a feeling." Paul glances at John and replies "I don't wanna know." and looks back at his paper. John says in a sing-song voice "But it's a good feeling" with a sly smile. Paul, not even looking up from his paper this time, replies "Last time you had a feeling I lost a kidney. I DON'T want to know." As Paul is telling John this, John's face falls from its previous happy look, until he notices George walk in for his morning cuppa. George, getting the vibe that something is terribly wrong, turns away quickly to walk back out of the kitchen. "George wait!" John shouts to him as he throws his arm out to stop him. George's left eye starts to twitch as he slowly turns to face John. "Yes?" John gets into his Fonzie pose "I've got a feeling" George pails dramatically and turns towards the hall "RINGO GET THE KEYS WE'RE GOING TO MEXICO!" after shouting this he runs out of the kitchen towards the garage. As the tires are squealing from George peeling out of the driveway John turns to Paul "Aren't we in England?" Paul just answers "Hmmm". John wanders into the living room and sees Brian sitting on the couch watching the local news. "Hey Eppy! I've got a feeling." Brian looks over, arches an eyebrow and replies "Reeeaally?" John's shoulders slump as he turns to exit the room, "Uh, No. No I don't."