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Hey everyone:) Okay, so I'm Madison. I am a HUGE Beatle fan. My favorite is Paul (he's just too adorable), but I love them all Outside of The Beatles, I find John Lennon to be the most inspiring... but Macca still my man. When I first got into The Beatles, George was my favorite, but that all changed when I got older... I find Ringo to be way too funny and cute, especially in Help!. My biggest wish is to meet Paul McCartney (big suprise there) and just chill out with him; that would be so frickin fab. I've been reading/writing fanfiction for about four years now, and I decided to make an account on here because I didn't exactly find all the stories I was looking for and wanted to add to the Beatle-loving community. This will be the site for my first Beatle fanfictions, though.

Jake and Amir is also a big thing for me. I don't write about them, but I do watch all their videos... on loop xD It's been going on for years and I still can't stop. Because I know I never will marry dearest Macca, or any Beatle for the matter, my other runner-ups are Amir Blumenfeld and Jake Hurwitz... also probably will never happen, but a girl can dream... especially when she has nothing better to do and she lives in a small village full of hicks.

I was SO born in the wrong time period. I know I was meant to be born in the late 40s. Going to school in the 50s was probably pretty awesome, and we all know why it would be great to be in your 20s during the 60s ;) Also, by the 70s, you could march in the peace rallys without permission from the parents because you'd be old enough... But at the same time... I desperately need my internet, my ipod, and my phone. I cannot live without them, ohmygod I can't even.

"Everyone is entitled to their own opinion. It's just that yours is stupid."

ACE AND JOCELYN, ACE AND JOCELYN, FROM SPACE AND JOCELYN! ASTRONAUT ACCOUNTANTS AND WE'RE COMIN' TO YOUR FACE! IF YOU LOVE THAT SHIT SAY NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA NA- HEY MOM, CLOSE THE DOOR! -Amir Blumenfeld

Amir: Jake, I am about to say something that's gonna blow your mind. Gimme, like, ten minutes.
Ten Minutes Later...
Amir: Ekaj.
Jake: My name backwards. Clever.

Jake: I hate ice cream.
Amir: It tastes like a mouth- It's like a mouth full of buttholes in my mouth. It tastes like acid.
Jake: I think it's delicious.
Amir: I think it tastes like delicious acid.
Jake: It tastes like ass.
Amir: Yea, it tastes like delicious ass is what I meant.
Jake: But in a bad way.
Amir: Yea, in a bad way.

Amir: You are like a flippflopper and then I can't decide what I like because you are always all over the place.

Amir: When I steal yours, it makes us better friends because we have the same opinions. I mean, what don't you get?!
Jake: I don't get why you're being so honest about it.
Amir: Oh my god, okay, let me formulate my own opinions, right? And then, maybe, if they match, we can possibly be best fr- I MEAN, JUST LISTEN TO MYSELF, IT SOUNDS CRAZY!

Jake: I hate chicken nuggets.
Amir: Don't

Press: Don't you ever get a haircut?
George: I had one yesterday.

George: Sorry we hurt your field, mister.

Press: What do you call that hairstyle you're wearing?
George: Arthur.

John: Hold on, it's them! Only me and Paul know we're here.
George: I know we're here.

George: Hey, it's a thingie! A fiendish thingie!

Ringo: There's more here than meets the eye!
George: Ho ho.
John: Ho.
George: Ho ho.
John: Ho.
George: Ho ho ho
John: Ho ho!
George: Ho ho.
John: Huh ho.

Press: How did you find America?
John: Turn left at Greenland.

John: That was you buzzing! You naughty boy!

John: [finding a season ticket in his soup] What's this?
Ringo: A season ticket. What do you think it is?
John: Oh. I like a lot of seasoning in me soup.

John: Jewler, you've failed!

Press: What about this campaign in Detroit to stamp out the Beatles?
Paul: We're starting a campaign to stamp out Detroit.

Paul: No, actually we're just good friends.

Paul: Oh, that this too, too solid flesh would melt... Zap!

John: How do we know you're not just as filthy, and sent by him to nick the ring by being filthy when you've lulled us with your filthy Eastern ways?
Paul: What filthy ways are these?

Paul: Easterner with greasy feet speak with fork tongue.
John: Does he? What's he say?
Paul: Passing this way, hot foot, many moons to temple.
George: Don't encourage him. You've got the part Paul!
John: Dare we ask how you know?
Ringo: How?
Paul: Háu! I saw these footprints and this guide book which points out places of local worship.
John: To the temple!

George: [as TV Director walks away with PA] There he goes. Look at him. Bet his wife doesn't know about her.
John: If he's got one. Look at his sweater.
Paul: You never know, she might have knitted it.
John: She knitted him.

Superintendent: Oh come on now lads, don't be windy, where's that famous pluck?
John: I haven't got any, have you George?
George: Did have.
Paul: I have had.
Ringo: I will have! Lead on!

Ringo: [arrested, at the police station] I demand to see my solicitor!
Police Inspector: What's his name?
Ringo: Well, if you're gonna get technical about it...

Ringo: Okay, who let it out?
John: Nobody'll know!
Paul: We're not going there.
John: We just put it 'round we're going there.
Paul: We're not going there!
John: We just put it 'round we're going there!
George: Just so everybody'd think we were going there.
Ringo: I'd like to go there.
John: You wouldn't like it.
Ringo: Where are we going, then?
John: Never you mind.