Our parents warned us about middle aged men stalking us on the Internet but oh how the tables have turned
The Beatles, Sherlock, Ashes to Ashes/Life on Mars, Doctor Who, Monty Python, Classic Rock, Star Wars, anything Ewan McGregor Harrison Ford or James McAvoy related
lordy lordy picca bennicoff
you have a fundamental misunderstanding of how math works
Every time someone says “Ringo is the worst beatle” he gets another ten years of life
John’s face in the last gif: “Dis Bitch.”
This man..i mean, i normally hate this ice of a ‘world leader’ but this an can rule away to his hearts content. You GO BRO
I can’t stop watching this. Its incredible how everybody else in the car ducks down after President Kennedy is shot, except Jackie. She puts her arm around him and doesn’t even think to lower herself.
I don’t know how to feel about seeing this because it’s the first time . And
I think this is what Michele would do..
This makes me physically feel sick just looking at this, we studied this a few years ago in History, I remember reading about this and feeling sick at the thought of poor Jackie who had her husbands brain literally spill all over her..i just…. and now i can see it….
Tree struck by lightning caused the bark to explode, effectively stripping the tree
nothing gets me hotter than a good old strip treese
r u kidding me
As I stood front of my favorite Beatle the only thing I could think of was that his contact lenses looked like they hurt him. He smiled and stuck out his hand and without thinking, I rested my right arm on top of his left while we shook hands! “John, ” I said, “are your contacts bothering you?” “No,” he answered. I got the distinct feeling that not too many people had asked that question. Undaunted I plunged on, “I have them too!” I confided.He leaned closer and stared searchingly into my eyes. “Are your bothering you?” he said with a straight face. “No.” I stammered and then we both laughed. “They’re good aren’t they?” John said seriously and I could only nod, not trusting my voice. “But your eyes are prettier then mine.” John said and to my dismay unwanted tears rolled down my cheeks. “Hey” John said with a slight laugh. “Don’t cry or they’ll wash away!” I smiled through my tears as I blurted, “John you’re my favorite.” He smiled warmly, gave my hand a final shake and said, “You’re my favorite”. The Girl Who Got To Meet The Beatles – Datebook Magazine Winter 65/66
AND LETS NOT FORGET HOW HELLA CUTE JOHN LOOKS