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sábado, noviembre 17, 2007

I Don't Want To Ride My Bicycle

I never was a huge fan of Queen, I mean, the old dear with the corgis is ok as she keeps out of my way but the other Queen - the band !!!

Who wants to hear their music forever? Not bloody me - I hated it, as I was busy trying to recite poetry whilst walking backwards in the dark. Meanwhile, some loud twats are chanting "We will, we will rock you" to which I could only reply, "Yeah, and I will fuck you - and I have the petrol and the matches !!".

Anyway, at some point, they started warbling on about 'Riding my bicycle' - well, fuck off. If I can't ride my bicycle without problems, (see Stunt Goth for an explanation) - then why the fuck should you ?! I don't care if you have an army of fat bottomed girls on the horizon, I have a harpoon.

Thus, imagine my Gothic smug grin when I read the news story about the man caught shagging his bike. How the fuck do you shag a bike?

Wouldn't get that in Zanzibar would you ?!! Or maybe you would....

I guess the idiot mis-heard and thought someone said 'Mounting Bike' or did he???

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