dave76
You just said seven words :-)
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akan
Get a life, get something to do, seriously, you're sad
crazy duck
that went well!!!!
inu-liger
[QUOTE] [b]Yamaguchi wrote:[/b]
There is one word to say. Tsumaranai.[/QUOTE]
Sou desu ne. Demo, I think "baka" would be better fit to describe that guy :-)
There is one word to say. Tsumaranai.[/QUOTE]
Sou desu ne. Demo, I think "baka" would be better fit to describe that guy :-)
FreddieCat
brENsKi
so it was an ill'judged joke? so what?
the amount of "hate" being leveled at the OP you'd think that at the very least he was Bashar Hafez al-Assad...
f**king hell people!!! talk about over-reaction
the amount of "hate" being leveled at the OP you'd think that at the very least he was Bashar Hafez al-Assad...
f**king hell people!!! talk about over-reaction
borap13
Why are there so many idiots on this who are disrespectful of Queen. Go say stupid shit somewhere else. THIS IS FOR QUEEN FANS!
The Fairy King
Damn, you people are acting like Directioners. Lighten up.
AssDudeRule
If he said One Diretion had died people would give him money
Queen4ever13
This should be removed, tasteless and moronic.
brENsKi
lighten up you tw*t ^^^
you obviously have never read any of "fatty's" stuff here....and he was loved for it
you obviously have never read any of "fatty's" stuff here....and he was loved for it
Lord Gaga
fatty's stuff is priceless.
This... not at all.
This... not at all.
brENsKi
right so this should be removed because the "joke" misfired? rubbish Fatty's stuff (tho incredibly funny) was in much worse taste than this OP's (poor effort) the OP's "joke" is no more offensive than the content of fatty's..
but in case these gems passed you by...have a read and compare the subject matter to the OP here....and then cast judgement.
18th NOVEMBER 1984
Dear Diary
That arsehole Jim Beach phoned me at 4.00am this morning to ask if I wanted to appear on some shitty charity single. The whole thing is called Elastoplast or something and it's being put together by some Irish guy called Bob Godfrey (isn't he the guy that does Henry's Cat on kids telly?) and a minature Scotsman. They want to get a load of singers to record a single in aid of the starving children in Eastbourne or something. So far they have roped in Bananarama and Kool & the Gang.
I told him to fuck off and went back to sleep.
F.M.
15th AUGUST 1974
John's birthday-remember to send card.
Dear Diary
I've been working on a song for the new album which deals with our ex-managers. It's hardly what you might call a cheerful little ditty in fact it contains references to the shameful and underhanded way they dealt with our finances. I have the framework of the melody and most of the lyrics but I'm struggling to come up with a suitable title. At the moment it's a toss up between 'Death On Two Legs' and 'Where The Fuck Is My Money You Dirty Theiving Bastards
19th NOVEMBER 1991
Dear Diary
The Pain has become almost unbearable and the doctors are reluctant to give me a straight answer as to how long I have left to live. To make matters worse, Roger came to visit me today and in the course of our conversation he mentioned his solo career. You can only imagine how shocked I was and it took all my skills as a stage performer to act as though I was aware of this. When he went home I had Pheobe look into this and it turns out he has released 2 solo albums and a further two albums as lead singer with another band. I had no bloody idea what he was talking about. Roger kept asking me which of his solo songs I liked best and I had to pretend to lapse into a coma to avoid answering him. I really will have to set a day aside and listen to them. In fact I think I'll make a note in my diary just now and keep that day free.
F.M.
25th NOVEMBER 1991
Keep day free to listen to Roger's solo albums.
F.M.
Dear Diary
Roger and I are in L.A at the moment for some reason or other and decided to pay a visit to our old friend Michael Jackson. We drove out to Neverland (which he may or may not live in at this point in time) and were greeted by a 7'4, 28 stone, heavily armed security guard. He asked our names and the purpose of our visit before calling the house on the intercom system. 'A Mr Mercury and a Mr Taylor to see you sir' growled the guard and we could hear a faint high pitched voice answer back. 'Oh shit, I forgot all about those limey bastards coming round this afternoon, stall them while I get these goddam kids back down into the dungeon.'
After 15 minutes or so the guard waved us on and it took another hour and a half to drive to the house itself. On the way we passed a fully functioning fairground, an eary shrine to Elizabeth Taylor, a zoo, the earthly remains of John Merrick (The Elephant Man) and a rather sheepish looking group of naked gentlemen running towards the woods with their clothes bundled up in their arms. Roger thought he recognised two of them as Gary Glitter and Jonathon King but I told him he was being silly
but in case these gems passed you by...have a read and compare the subject matter to the OP here....and then cast judgement.
18th NOVEMBER 1984
Dear Diary
That arsehole Jim Beach phoned me at 4.00am this morning to ask if I wanted to appear on some shitty charity single. The whole thing is called Elastoplast or something and it's being put together by some Irish guy called Bob Godfrey (isn't he the guy that does Henry's Cat on kids telly?) and a minature Scotsman. They want to get a load of singers to record a single in aid of the starving children in Eastbourne or something. So far they have roped in Bananarama and Kool & the Gang.
I told him to fuck off and went back to sleep.
F.M.
15th AUGUST 1974
John's birthday-remember to send card.
Dear Diary
I've been working on a song for the new album which deals with our ex-managers. It's hardly what you might call a cheerful little ditty in fact it contains references to the shameful and underhanded way they dealt with our finances. I have the framework of the melody and most of the lyrics but I'm struggling to come up with a suitable title. At the moment it's a toss up between 'Death On Two Legs' and 'Where The Fuck Is My Money You Dirty Theiving Bastards
19th NOVEMBER 1991
Dear Diary
The Pain has become almost unbearable and the doctors are reluctant to give me a straight answer as to how long I have left to live. To make matters worse, Roger came to visit me today and in the course of our conversation he mentioned his solo career. You can only imagine how shocked I was and it took all my skills as a stage performer to act as though I was aware of this. When he went home I had Pheobe look into this and it turns out he has released 2 solo albums and a further two albums as lead singer with another band. I had no bloody idea what he was talking about. Roger kept asking me which of his solo songs I liked best and I had to pretend to lapse into a coma to avoid answering him. I really will have to set a day aside and listen to them. In fact I think I'll make a note in my diary just now and keep that day free.
F.M.
25th NOVEMBER 1991
Keep day free to listen to Roger's solo albums.
F.M.
Dear Diary
Roger and I are in L.A at the moment for some reason or other and decided to pay a visit to our old friend Michael Jackson. We drove out to Neverland (which he may or may not live in at this point in time) and were greeted by a 7'4, 28 stone, heavily armed security guard. He asked our names and the purpose of our visit before calling the house on the intercom system. 'A Mr Mercury and a Mr Taylor to see you sir' growled the guard and we could hear a faint high pitched voice answer back. 'Oh shit, I forgot all about those limey bastards coming round this afternoon, stall them while I get these goddam kids back down into the dungeon.'
After 15 minutes or so the guard waved us on and it took another hour and a half to drive to the house itself. On the way we passed a fully functioning fairground, an eary shrine to Elizabeth Taylor, a zoo, the earthly remains of John Merrick (The Elephant Man) and a rather sheepish looking group of naked gentlemen running towards the woods with their clothes bundled up in their arms. Roger thought he recognised two of them as Gary Glitter and Jonathon King but I told him he was being silly
SimonFerocious
Someone needs to blackmail John Deacon out of retirement and get him playing with Bri and Rog again (maybe Freddie could haunt him)
jrd1951
Very funny....but John worked with Brian in 1997,so you must have your dates mixed up..? I have been 'away' for a bit,I thought Dr May was campaigning to prevent the spreading(or culling?) of this Government or something,maybe he had become Prime Minister,as I glanced him outside number 10? And how come he went grey,virtually overnight? And Freddie is actually in Heaven,as he confessed his sins weeks before his demise.