<Peter Cook mode>
Paul had nothing against her left leg. Unfortunately, neither did she.
</Peter Cook mode>

A poem by Paul McCartney:

I lay upon a grassy bank
My hands were all a quiver
I slowly removed her suspender belt
And her leg fell in the river


:P

I'd forgotten about that one :lol:






:P

I heard she was a bit of a hopper!! :lol:

Paul obviously noticed that something was afoot..........

I'm sure he'll miss their games of hopscotch, even though she won every time :P

Its all over the fact that he wouldnt buy her a plane for christmas...he said, cant you just get your leg waxed!

Bet that rubbed her up the wrong way..........went against the grain........

Did she tell him to get knotted?

Veet for one leg and Autosol for the other.