He once said something hilariously stupid.
When Russia invaded Ukraine, he said he was surprised that such an evil war was on European soil, when he would expect such a thing to take place on African or Asian soil.
Clearly he had either not been taught or was just too encased in the Bubble of Monarchy to realize that his grandfather and entire nation had a lot to do with European war. Does he know that World Wars 1 and 2 occurred in Europe? Why are the Europeans always killing each other? Too many “different” people jammed into the smallest continent (or is that Australia?), so of course they’ll get cabin fever and go to war just for something to do.
Getting fucked up the ass by a woman with a strap-on dildo … ah, the Monarchy!
But does it go too far up and start hitting the brain, killing brain cells? Scientists are not hard at work to find such a solution, or the entire monarchy and all royal families around the world could be at risk.
Prince Andrew likes it too! He just likes his “women” a little … uh, how you say … shorter? “Little” is a good word too. “Little Woman”, wonderful book, haven’t read it, wonder if Andrew has?
And Prince Charles has a bit of fun when he’s taking a million pounds from the family of Osama Bin Laden and not going to jail for it. And didn’t he tell Camilla that he wanted to be her tampon? And what kind of kinky shit was Diana into with Dodi, and got passed down to her eldest? Maybe Harry too? Who wouldn’t want to be a fly on the wall on those bedrooms! Austen Powers says: “Shagadelic, baby!”
As Mel Brooks once said, “It’s good to be the king.”
The Royals could kill and rape and stick shit up their assess all they want. They receive no punishment. Let that sink in … no consequences for their actions, EVER!
So if you are a woman and you see some poncy wanker who doesn’t know the history of his own country, and he keeps dropping pennies and picking them up very very slowly … you go right ahead and give him a good rogering (am I using that in the proper context?) and neither you nor he will find yourself inside the Tower.
The Tower will have magically disappeared, not by David Copperfield, but by some Duchess or Lady’s Maid, with strong hips and the ability to fuck a dildo as hard as the Prince likes it.
It’s for His pleasure, m’lady, not yours.
[Cue the Archbishop of Canterbury’s Personal All-Boy’s Chorus singing:]
“And did those pegs in ancient time
Peg upon England's mountains green?
And was the pegging Lamb of God
On England's pleasant pastures seen getting it up the arse by Queen Guinevere?”
[You may be seated ... with your arms pressing down on your groins, filthy sexy beggers!]
