Pissed off Queen fans get their arses out

Sorry for that Bullwinkle.

However, I'd like to say...

"Crack is wack"

I wasnt paid for this slogan, and in no way I'd pay for using it ;) :P

>>indecently exposing themselves at the BBC headquarters to get an all Queen channel.<<

I would join for the all-Queen channel

I've seen an all Queen channel at conventions and believe me at isn't all that exciting. There's only so many times you can watch Flash and Highlander.

You are right, Banquo.

But I would never get bored with looking at Queen pictures while listening to their music.
Which I am doing now.

And what about concerts and lives?

Fucking true

*Gives Flashman a very fetching virtual hat*

*Gives MexQueenFM a pair of sunglasses, (and a spanking ;)*

*Hands around punch, pie, and chocolate cake with amaretto*

I'LL GO!!!
Punch and pie- YEAH!!!

Just let me know when...I'll be there.

cool! I`ll join!!

"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 :)

"Could I perhaps swap my pie for chocolate cake? Thanks."

Ooh! OOOOH!!! ME TOO!!!!

I want pie!

"*Gives MexQueenFM a pair of sunglasses, (and a spanking ;)*"

Thanks babe, now let me take my whip out ...

All Queen channel during the convention? Eh? Explain.

*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.