HELP THE SPANISH FANS!

[Transylvania]

SPAIN, ZARAGOZA, 12th july 2008
The people and group must know.
In this day maiden must play in Zaragoza but a storm in the previus day broken some lights. A summer storm of 15 minutes... Thousand of fans lost the opportunity to see the best tour in years. we have been waiting this tour a long time,and an awful organization fucked us.
Biggest dissapoinment the cancellation of the Zarragoza Show.Thousands hopping for a new date. Spain never let you down. Don't you let us down.

Please listen to Spanish fans a come back this year!!!
And Maiden fans, please help us and sing in this site:
http://www. petitiononline. com/maidtour/

Spread our message, thanks!

(sorry for my englisth )

 

[LooseCannon]

Your englisth is forgiven.  Moving to Maiden Chat.

 

[SinisterMinisterX]

 

[Invader]

Mav's gone, so SMX is back to the role of high inquisitor?

 

[SinisterMinisterX]

No, SMX is just having some idiotic fun.

 

[Onhell]

I barely noticed Mav left again...

 

[Natalie]

Wait, Mav left again?

 

[LooseCannon]

Yes.

 

[Onhell]

And I also just notice that this dudes plea to "help the Spaniel fans" is not in the Spanish forum in say... I don't know... Spanish. Instead only in "englisth"...

 

[Deano]

What ain't no country I ever heard of. They speak Englisth in What?

 

[SinisterMinisterX]

If William Shakespeare had written Pulp Fiction...

J: Your pardon; did I break thy concentration?
   Continue! Ah, but now thy tongue is still.
   Allow me then to offer a response.
   Describe Marsellus Wallace to me, pray.
B: What?
J: What country dost thou hail from?
B: What?
J: Thou sayest thou dost hail from distant What?
   I know but naught of thy fair country What.
   What language speak they in the land of What?
B: What?
J: English, base knave, dost thou speak it?
B: Aye!
J: Then hearken to my words and answer them!
   Describe to me Marsellus Wallace!
B: What?
JULES presses his knife to BRETT's throat
J: Speak 'What' again! Thou cur, cry 'What' again!
   I dare thee utter 'What' again but once!
   I dare thee twice and spit upon thy name!
   Now, paint for me a portraiture in words,
   If thou hast any in thy head but 'What',
   Of Marsellus Wallace!
B: He is dark.
J: Aye, and what more?
B: His head is shaven bald.
J: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
B: What?
JULES strikes and BRETT cries out
J: Hath he the semblance of a harlot?
B: Nay!
J: Then why didst thou attempt to bed him thus?
B: I did not!
J: Aye, thou didst! O, aye, thou didst!
   Thou sought to rape him like a chattel whore!
   And sooth, Lord Wallace is displeased to bed
   With aught but Lady Wallace, whom he wed.


This is me giving credit where credit is due.

 

[Deano]

Very good going green SMX, recycling is the key.