I know where Freddie is, and it aint no graveyard.

umm, hes dead too

umm, hes dead too

sorry, posted it again on accidnt

sorry, posted it again on accidnt

there is such thing as impersonators. Some people devote their whol lives to impersonating people like him. To where, they dress like him, buy the stuff he bout, and eat the food he ate. Then they gain wheigt to look like him.

lol

fatty, i know where freddie is and it aint in no graveyard!
Hes underneath the cherrie tree, in the back yard of hi house. He was creamated, and it was his wish to not only be creamated, but have the box be burried underneath the cherrie tree.

fatty, i know where freddie is and it aint in no graveyard!
Hes underneath the cherrie tree, in the back yard of hi house. He was creamated, and it was his wish to not only be creamated, but have the box be burried underneath the cherrie tree.

sorry, my damned computor sent it twice

Hah. I'm always tentative joining new online message boards and the like, but when the first thing I read is this...I suddenly feel right at home.

Reminds me of a very unsexy version of Velvet Goldmine..

You lie, fatty.

Freddie is in my computer at Garden Lodge. And I am his master. Freddie-bot said so.

=P

Excellent post Fatty.

In case anyone still wonders ...

Fatty is famous for his farsical and funny fabrications.

What?! You mean he's NOT serious!?

Fatty, I notice you call your shop owner 'Navid'...am I right in assuming your naming him after Navid from 'Still Game'?

Still Game is brilliant. As is chewin the fat.

Fairytales of yesterday will grow but never die! This is one of those fairytales. But I enjoyed reading this.