The Quigley Quigelson Memorial: R.I.P.

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Please give us the scoop;
Is there any truth in the rumor that Quigley is secretly forming a reggae band with a former well-known member of Culture Club?
or....
Is Quigley's country/western band just recording their own version of the song "Do You Really Want To Hurt Me"?

Inquiring minds want to know.

monastic has lost it...

quigley never had it...

i'm looking frantically for mine...

and this thread gets madder and madder.

i'm afraid i may be starting to enjoy myself.

THIS IS THE BEST DAY IN MY LIFE! Even better than when I single-handedly won the superbowl by beating up the Dallas Cowboys! Weaklings! Even better than when I pashed Trudy Lowenstein out the back of the videoshop whilst her boyfriend was drugged out!

I don't know what to say! I feel like singing! Dancing! Leaping up into the heavens! Maybe even doing some patented Quigley moonwalking. I HAVE A FAN CLUB!



Just because you asked so nicely, I'm going to give you a SIGNED COPY of the cover of a magazine that interviewed me for my world tour. Here's the link darling

http://www.pixagogo.com/Photos/Albums/Photo.aspx?id=S4ffqpS1oqxLFZYoYIl7goJrlLZx7ILjvanhc7NCzbeeYdUujoTfSnjGwxbQtrb2vK

Hope you like what you see. Any howdy, Didn’t have much of a time to write a decent song today so here’s an original I stole off a drunk hobo Barnes and his deadbeat friend Barnes who was singing in the street. Just like how The Beatles used to write their songs. It’s called…

FISH HEADS
fish heads, fish heads, rolly, polly fish heads
fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, *yum!*

fish heads, fish heads, rolly, polly fish heads
fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, *yum!*

ask a fish head any thing you want to,
it wont answer, IT CANT TALK.

fish heads, fish heads, rolly, polly fish heads
fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, *yum!*

i took a fish head out to see a movie,
didn't have to pay to get it in!

fish heads, fish heads, rolly, polly fish heads
fish heads, fish heads, eat them up, *yum!*

erm... what about me? mind you, i loathe all those muscles - i think i prefer the elfin look.

anyway...

the beatles did write songs like that, originally. apparently, "yesterday" is an example - they wrote the melody first, and so the lyrics went something along the lines of:
" Scrambled Eggs,
Have an omelette with some Munster cheese,
Put your dishes in the washbin please,
So I can clean the scrambled eggs.

Join me, do,
There's a lot of eggs for me and you,
I've got ham and cheese and bacon too,
So go get two and join me do."

a vast improvement, if you ask me.

Silence...and then the record company would fire them.

You're my special one, like how Eva Braun was to Hitler, you are my moon, my gaping hole, my... big important.. thing.

Just for you, I've written this special little ballad. I was trying to do a SK8R BOI thing with it. It goes as follows:

VV in my VW
What can the 2 of us do?
I'd touch your soul
But there's not enough room
VV ICQ
Like a Rear Window view
A stalker over the net
In a chat message room

You are my world
My Jupiter in fact
You're big and gassy
And that's a fact
So let me seranade you
From my moon
VV 2 B or not 2 B?
Coz I HRT U

i am... erm... touched?

no, er... boggled? no - still doesn't sound quite right, does it.

erm... speechless? yeah, speechless, that's it.

that's the first song which has been written just for me. how adorable. just one thing - couls i be staurn rather than jupiter, please? not that i'm being picky, or anything...

haven't been serenaded for ages (and i pissed myself laughing then, too).

::swooning over my signed original Quigley pic::


now if only.....
I could get a signed pic of Quagley, my swooning will be complete.

(I sure hope Quagley's signature will be drastically different from his brother's, otherwise I may not be able to tell the pictures apart.)

Sorry I have been away... mourning... sad...

I have some terrible earth shattering mercury dropping mars bar crunching news...












Quagley

is

DEAD!


(crying)


As in he's NOT ALIVE!

(sob)

He died at Donnie's Ribs and Pizza house eating his fifth Hard-O-Attack hamburger (which i thought was odd as they only sell ribs and pizza).

For his one fan out there, I have decided to post the newspaper coverage of his funeral in the following link

http://www.pixagogo.com/Photos/Albums/Photo.aspx?id=S4Eyh9UcD5B!jTTCovqjXSNeknhBMrXnFvVDm0OV4hSEeBk2kuFxnXv9T!ISPVNJBs

You're all invited to reading of the will and afterwards going through his stuff to see if there's anything good. All XXXL T-Shirts are $2.95, All XXXL Trousers are $3.95 and All XXXXL Dresses are $4.95. ONO. Everything must go. This is a once in a life time sale, so come on down to Vile and Vile Solicitors. All major credit cards are accepted. We will be torching his apartment at the stroke of midnight for insurance purposes, so make sure you get there early.

Oh and btw, here's a song I wrote about Quagley being dead and all. Enjoy!

HAMBURGER IN THE WIND

Goodbye Quagley
Though you were my only brother
Now that you’re dead
I wish that mum and dad had made another
And now we’ve scored that record deal
I wish I could somehow ease the pain
Of everyday
Whilst wasting your fifty percent away

And it seems to me you lived your life
Like a hamburger in the wind
Heaps of extra toppings
Like egg and bacon
And tomatoes, gherkins and sauerkraut
And maybe just a little baked ham
You had a heart attack and now you’re dead…
I’ll put it in a doggy bag

the newspaper is inspired - i am still laughing...

"1 out of every person..." *HOWL!*

Vivi, in regard to the hopeless males on this board serenading you, mate , I only wish I was in your position. We all adore you here.

Hey, I may be hopeless and I may be male, but I'm definately not serenading Vivi.

Anyhow, to change topic, here's another song about... no one in particular

I call it...

W W DOT OBSESSION DOT STALKING DOT BACKSLASH DOT PSYCHO DOT COM

I'm stuck in a chasm
Of internet forums
Of various issues
Both pointless and important
And right in the middle
Of my surfing and browsing
A pop up ad in my heart appears
Of you... WETIWERT* MY DEAR!

I no long get spam that I delete
Yes I want to know how to enlarge my... feet
And cheap pharmaceutical meds
I just wanna buy heaps!
Oh my internet gal
Spam me all that you please

W W Obsession Dot Com
Like an internet whacko
Who writes his own songs
And if you just take a minute
To read my online blog
You'll see my intentions were true
All along!
W W Obsession Dot Com



* Some names changed for legal reasons pending court action (and restraining order...)

soma - thank you (bless).

mjs82 - you are completely bonkers. and where's your online blog? (i cannot even begin to imagine what absolute lunacy might be on there...)

My pleasure, oh most magnificent Vivi-ness.

I think I'm finally over Quagley's death, I've met a nice woman and I'm going to settle down with her.

This next song is definately a love song. It's called:



CUPID COME KNIT ME AN EXTRA LARGE SWEATER FOR WINTER

You invited me over for an informal dinner but I wasn’t impressed… doo-wah, doo-wah
You said to be early & charming & witty when I met your parents… doo-wah, doo-wah
And now I’m sitting here on your couch
Waiting and thinking, ‘what is this all about?’
Then I see a walking frame burst from the clouds

It’s your Grandma - Wooh woh
Your grandma - Wooh woh

I tried to talk about serious issues but she couldn’t hear me… bad hearing aid
We talked about WW2 and swapped recipes… for home-made lemonade
She showed me her knitting, I showed her my car
We drank prune juice from an old olive jar
And played Scabble all night long

It’s your Grandma - Wooh woh
Your grandma - Wooh woh

Darling now I’m standing here in my best suit… a rented tux
The organ’s playing and the people are waiting for the lovely bride… to show up
And I have to profess, at this joyous event
That I’ve been hiding an enormous secret
Another love that I’ve just got to confess

It’s your great Grandma - Wooh woh
Your Great Grandma - Wooh woh

Do You sing in the shower or what. How to You do this, I am just asking.