Have you ever noticed how people who believe in past lives, or in associated stuff like that, always need it to be special somehow? They're always a Red Indian princess, or the commander of Ramases II's armies, or something. Not, you know, a bloke who had a flock of geese and lived in a hut made out of dung.
Paul McCartney reckons Linda visited him in the form of a white squirrel. Not an ordinary grey one, or a hedgehog or something. Oh no. A white squirrel. Well it would have be, wouldn't it?
Paul McCartney reckons Linda visited him in the form of a white squirrel. Not an ordinary grey one, or a hedgehog or something. Oh no. A white squirrel. Well it would have be, wouldn't it?
Comment