Not every Tom, Dick, and Harry can be as forthcoming as a little prince. Unless you happen to be Harry, scion of Lady Di and now a potential Chippendale model.
If you are wild about Harry, he is still wilder than you.
When Rick came to Casablanca for the waters, he admits he was misinformed. And Prince Harry was misinformed that what happens in Vegas stays there.
We are here to state, but we really can't relate to explain and make it plain that we're not as wild as Harry, and Harry's about as wild as a naked jaybird.
The heavenly blisses of his kisses fill the tabloids with ecstasy. He's sweeter than sugar candy and just like honey from a bee.
He can't do without a little fun that shows off his shortcomings.
Olympic-sized partyboy Prince Harry of the British monarchy challenged Ryan Lochte of the Speedo line to a swim-a-thon in Las Vegas before the competition for being the biggest loser.
The challenge for these gray-cell challenged young men is to see whose tiny pink Speedo can come off first. Lochte kept his itsy-bitsy teeny weenie bikini bottom on. Not Harry.
After losing his jeans in the pool, Prince Harry apparently needed a pool table to complete his long haul to displaying a royal pain in the rear end.
A few wags have called him the cheeky prince.
What happens in Vegas seldom stays there for long or for the short of it.
As for Lochte and Harry, the two young heartthrobs appear to be willing to try anything after a few drinks. The difference is that Lochte appears in public without clothes as part of his job.
Harry has been caught now with his pants down-actually, completely off. Prince Harry remains third in line, if this were a beauty contest.
Pardon us if we resort to the royal "we" but we were not impressed.