The ruler of the UK, Australia and Canada, sometimes called an "old hag" by people who do not give a shit about British tradition, has a group of people who are fiercely loyal to her called the Monarchists (Loyalists) and are ready to curse and insult at anyone who insults her.
loyalists 1: A guy on youtube was insulting her majesty the queen
loyalist 2: May the lord help them, what did you do?
loyalists 1: I defended her majesty with al my might
loyalists 2: did you insult the person
loyalists 1: yeah
the apartments of fuck up in yuba city. on any given day you can find doucey boy, PBJ, happy g, dookie b, smokes, joey, teezy, ryan, the other ryan, and jennifer posted at the mailboxes or the park, usually drunk, smacked, high, or a combination of the threeApartments where everyone posts up at even though they dont live there
Damn, theyre smacked hella hard at the queens giggin and drinkin 40s! Dookie B: Aye PBJ u seen nigga woods or smokes?PBJ: yee dawgie dawg, they just mobbed to teezys to get a bluntDookie B: I was just over there and the said you were the the queens yadida?
The Queen is basically a person that thinks she is the best. She will do anything to get what she wants, and if she doesn't get it, then she will hate you. If you do or say something she doesn't like... RUN AWAY!
The Queen: (Walks into a room, that stinks of grease and chips) I am the Queen! What is that revolting smell!?
Random Person: It's your mum.
The Queen: Say goodbye to your fucking head, bitch. (Gets axe out)
a lady who 'rules England' because of her great great great grandma + so on.
sex pistols got what she was like in one- listen to God Save The queen.
"God Save The queen- she aint no human being.
Cos tourists are money!" Sang by Sex Pistols, describes her perfectly!
German usurper who is the English Head of State. Traditionally we used to cut the heads off these people once they got to a certain age but nowadays they just run and run. The Queen was born into royalty and ascended the throne doubtless believing the English God had divinely appointed her. Well she's wrong. Abdicate now or I'll damn well grab my pitchfork and lead the country's sack-clothed peasants in open revolt through you gold crested gates, you parasitic old boot.
The Queen: What are all those grotty little men remonstrating about at the palace gates?
Page: They've come for your head, m'ame.
Queen: Let them eat cake, der swinehunt!