My dream of going to Abbey Road and getting my picture taken as I cross the famous cross walk does not seem to be an original one. Neither is going to Abbey Road and pulling down my pants (see 1:30 ish). Could you imagine living in the area and having to drive down that street a couple of times a day. It would be neat like the first day but quickly become the reason you take the long way to work. (via Neatorama)
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