Wisdom Teeth 3Once Paul and John got inside, Paul immediately started to gawk, and squirm in Johns arms.Wisdom Teeth 3 by PaulMcCartneyIsCool
"NNNNN THERES... THIIINNNGGGSSSS!"
John set Paul down on the couch, and grabbed his camera once more. He looked through the lens, and turned it on.
"We're home~" John cooed so the people who would watch this in the future would know where they are.
Paul glanced at the camera, looking at it with a weird look. "WHATS TH-..THAT."
"Its called a camera!" John said, getting a bit closer to Paul.
Paul ignored Johns comment, and started to rub his legs. John gave Paul an awkward look.
"I-I have legs.. like Marilyn MonrrrooOOOEEE."
John immediately started cracking up, almost dropping the camera onto the floor. He didn't want to loose a hilarious moment!
"Oh, do y-you now?" John said while trying not to laugh.
"OF.. OF COURSE I DO.. BECAUSE I AM, OF COURSE, THE QUEEEENNN OF ENGLAND." Paul looked around as he stopped rubbing hi legs
John snickered "You are?"
"Well, its nice to see yo
Radioactive 3 -End-Um, hi..Radioactive 3 -End- by PaulMcCartneyIsCool
I know that Paul mentioned me in his part of this whole crazy story, and well, here I am writing the 3rd part...
Well, this parts kinda scary..
Well, for us.
Just let me explain.
George is sitting in his office in a comfy, swivel chair, and Paul's sitting in a wooden chair next to him. Paul is very pregnant with their baby boy named Julian. The hard part is that Paul cant even move without someones help. George has to take care of him because John's in a meeting with the Sarge about this whole situation, and how its going to work it when Pauls water breaks.
George looks at Paul. "Hm?"
"My stomach hurts.." Paul's rubbing his huge tummy gently.
George backs up his chair so he's next to Paul. "It's gonna be ok.."
Paul looks at George with worried eyes, then back at Georges computer screen. "What if it comes... today?"
"I wouldn't think so.. But you never know at a time like this.
Drunk Driving"Hic!"Drunk Driving by PaulMcCartneyIsCool
"'I'ssss a luvvvely night! Hic!" Paul sang to himself as he stumbled to his car. After drinking about 10 beers, partying, and getting laid, it's been a wonderful night for Paul. At least he might've thought so.
Paul yanked open the door, the door flying towards his face. It nearly hit him, but did Paul care? Not at all.
Paul climbed in his convertible, and slipped the keys into the hole. The engine roared with a start as Paul gripped onto the wheel, and sped forward. Not even caring about a seat belt, he sped the car onto the road.
"GOOOOODBYE - Hic! - LINDDAA!!" Paul yelled to the girl that laid him... even though she couldn't hear him.
Paul swerved back and forth on the road, almost crashing into cars and going through red lights. He was perfectly happy though. Happy as can be.
A few minutes later...
What was that?
Paul somehow recognized the siren, even though he was still pretty drunk. Paul p