Are you irritated at Queen+'s latest display of corporate whoredom? All is not lost. Join CEQF (Cranky Exhibitionist Queen Fans) today. Our (all right, my) aims comprise ammassing enough Queen fans to form gigantic rings around the Pepsi Cola Headquarters buildings, Roger's house, and Brian's house (that's a lot of Queen fans) The Queenies will then bend over and whip out their bums in a display of solidarity and protest. If these actions are successful, the society will then go on to greater things, such as indecently exposing themselves at the BBC headquarters to get an all Queen channel. Join now and get a free hat and punch and pie.
Ooohhhh! How cheeky!! (LOL)
Brian would probably laugh, and Roger would ask the ladies out for a pint or two while whistling "Fat Bottomed Girls"!
John would say, "Which way to the lap dances?" and Freddie, were he here, would be spanking all with unmitigated glee!!
"Brian would probably laugh, and Roger would ask the ladies out for a pint or two while whistling "Fat Bottomed Girls"!
John would say, "Which way to the lap dances?" and Freddie, were he here, would be spanking all with unmitigated glee!!"
I'm in :)
*taps spoon against absinthe glass for silence* thank you...
I would like to welcome you all to the first meeting of CEQF. On your chairs you will find your free hats, and on the table is punch pie, and chocolate cake for all.
As you are all aware, Brian May and Roger Taylor are being a great big pair of prostitutes to whomever will buy their withered old arses. This cannot, nay, will not go on. We will show to them, quite literally, the power and beauty of Queen fan solidarity.
At the moment we are few in number, but, in time, we will be as many as the brown margarets Messrs May and Taylor have salted away in their amusingly named kiddies' university funds, at the Queen fan communities expense, and pain. We will begin on a reduced scale, by choosing one of the smaller of the two's residences.
We will arrive under cover of darkness, and completely surround the house before dawn. At 5.00 am, we shall raise our voices, and get the cunts out of bed with a rousing rendition of "Fat Bottomed Girls". At this point, it seems likely that we will be silenced by sawn off shotguns and Mace, so bullet proof undergarments will be provided. Then, the moment will come to bare our arses.
Timing wil be critical to minimise casualties, but rest assured that if you take one in the bum for the Zone, Chad will be smiling over you that day.
Sirs and madams, I leave you to your punch and pie.
My hat will be a beanie with whirly propeller and my drink will be Cristal. After munching on Twinkies, I will drop trou and 'exhale' while thinking why I should ever drink Pepsi again.
On a lighter note, I saw the commercial for the movie MIRACLE yesterday after work and gee, it's swell. I don't mind Queen getting planted in my face like that!