Dude was born with a tail. A FUCKING TAIL. He had a few extra vertebrae. They used to swell up & get all painful, so he had it amputated when he was young. There was a war going on, so he had it done on a rubber mattress in a hospital hallway with no anesthetic.
Kinda explains a lot, huh?
But if there were no Mr. Crowley, then Ozzy’s best solo piece would never have been written. Fuck Crazy Train.
Holy shit I was gonna try to post this
MIIIIIISTER CROOWWLEY
What went on in your head?
To hell with that shit-eating old goatfucker
Christ what the hell did crowley ever do to you?
Dude was born with a tail. A FUCKING TAIL. He had a few extra vertebrae. They used to swell up & get all painful, so he had it amputated when he was young. There was a war going on, so he had it done on a rubber mattress in a hospital hallway with no anesthetic.
Kinda explains a lot, huh?
But if there were no Mr. Crowley, then Ozzy’s best solo piece would never have been written. Fuck Crazy Train.
Dude… Diary of a Madman owns all.
Guy was the Dan Brown of the time–just through every bit of supernatural and conspiracy theories together into one great big amalgum.
Crowley was just a showman. Another Barnham and Bailey.
Comical, really.
Boo!
Agreed Boo!