Chained And Bound!

As it would be improper to allow a half naked McCartney to run about my site reeking havic, I have had the poor lad chained. Yes, CHAINED to the wall until he agrees to put on a shirt. I'm sorry I had to do this, but SOMETHING had to be done! I will keep you updated as to how our Macca is doing.



Here, you can see me firmly instructing our Paul to stay put, less further measures be taken, and remain discreet until he has agreed to put on a shirt. I wonder how long the boy will last?



3 hours, 27 minutes, and 23 seconds have gone by. I turned my back for a brief chat with a nearby stranger when Paul tried to ESCAPE! Yes, you heard me right, ESCAPE! He tried to take off running, but he forgot that the chains were there holding on to him. Silly Paul. Tisk Tisk.



A mere 20 minutes after the attempted escape, Paul agrees with a sigh that he'll put on a shirt. Thank you Paulie! I knew I could count on you! Go Here to carry on the crazy adventure!