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Will Graham

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So my extended family was over today, aunts, uncles, and cousins. My mam hid the SCART and HDMI leads, because I was going to spend the day in my room with the PS3. So I was forced to interact with that familial cunts

A particularly doe-eyed cousin convinced me to play chasing with her and a few of the other younger kids. After proving that being four times their age granted me superior athletic abilities, I went back inside. Mainly because I was out of breath, the only exercise I have gotten in the last ten years is wanking to Jeremy Kyle and stealing my dad's cigarettes

I ended up sitting beside one of my uncles, and chatting about music. His eclectic and old taste dwarfed my pseudo-hipsterdom. Anyway he was telling me how back in the punk-rock era he used to do lighting for concerts. One night the band who was playing had no sound engineer (because he was too stoned), so my uncle ended up doing the lighting and sound for them. Afterwards he was chatting to the bassist backstage for a while


Now I am sure you are wondering what this has to do with you in particular, I have not told you the band's name yet to build up tension. They were,























































































































































































The Sex Pistols, meaning the bassist was... :licky:
 
Every single member of your family seems to have met some awesome cool band member :hmmm: something is fishy
 
He told me it was Sid, then again I have no idea if he was telling the truth

I think he was but I cannot be sure

I asked was it Sid, then admonished myself saying he was dead by then probably (I do not know much about the band) and he said no Sid was there, then he told me about their sound man being stoned
 
Sid was like a groupie, except he did not have sex with any band members. He followed them about and started fights in the crowd.
 
He called him a poof then punched him.
Or,
he called him a poof then fucked him.
 
Wessex Studios, summer 1977. Queen are hard at work on their sixth album. In a neighbouring studio, the Sex Pistols are putting together Never Mind The Bollocks.... "So you're the bloke that's supposed to be bringing ballet to the masses?" asks a sneering Sid Vicious during a brief encounter in the conjoining corridor. "Ah, Mr Ferocious!" pipes back Freddie Mercury, "well, we're trying our best!"

Basically
 
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