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9th of October 1957

Today was Johns birthday. Stuart, Paul, and George and I prepared his little birthday at my house.

John knew this was happening, since he insisted on knowing what we were planning for him. John hates surprises.

I made chocolate cupcakes, and Stuart brought the alcohol.

"George stop eating the cupcakes, you already ate 3!" I snatched the cupcake George was about to eat and put it back onto the platter.
We were all in the kitchen, drinking and talking.

"A man has arrived!"

We all turned our heads and it was John walking towards us from entering the front door.

"Happy birthday!" We all cheered.

John started dancing a bit like Elvis and did air guitar when he heard his favorite songs playing on the radio: Roll Over Beethoven.

"Now wheres the beer?" John asked exctiedly as he entered the kitchen.

"There all right there birthday boy." Paul pointed to the cases of beer.

"I'm a man now mate." John corrected Paul.

"Oh please you're still a boy as the day before." George replied.

"And this coming from a kid himself." John replied as he popped the bottle open.

"Alright you two, and John its time to blow out the candle." I grabbed the cupcake with the lit candle.

Then stuart turned off the lights.

We all sang happy birthday, well I sang. The lads were screeching and making funny noises.

John blowed out the candle, returning the room back to darkness.

We all cheered and whistled.
And I turned the lights back on.

"Well lets drink up!" John cheered.

We all grabbed a beer and clinked our bottles together and drank.

Later

We all were drunk out of our minds, we laughed at minor things. And had small arguments out of petty things.
We had already danced our hearts out earlier to our favorite songs, leaving us a bit wore out.

"Who ate the last cup of cake?" George blurted.

"You did George." I replied.

We all cackled.

George then laid his head down on the table.

"Did he just fall asleep?" Stu asked.

"I think he did." Paul inspected him.

"You know what that means." John smirked.

"What?" I laughed.

"Cher give me that icing" John pointed to the counter.

I gave it to him, and John opened up the icing and dipped his finger into it and made some markings onto Georges face.

We all huddled over George, watching what John was doing.

Once he was done, we all laughed at the crude image on Georges cheek.

"Its a penis!" Paul laughed and almost fell.

George was out cold! He didn't even wake from our loud laughter.

John tried get another beer but fell face flat on the floor.

Pauls laugh became so hysterical that he was screeching, which caused us to all laugh.

"Fucking hell, whos laugh is that?" John wobbled as he got up.

"Its Paul." I said as I finally caught my breath.

"Its like a bloody as-sylum in here." Stuart slurred.

"I think its time we had finally ended this night."

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