The queen hath bestowed upon Princes Will and Harry what they did thinkest was a great adventure in a castle of their own:
"Our own palace-pad with our very own heliopad to shuttle in and out the booze, the broads and the videogames!", the royal siblings chortled.
"We'll get paid and laid and whirlybird to our hearts content!", the princely bros gyred and gamboled.
That was until they learned that a royal household be not a bachelor pad-mansion. Instead it be no house at all, neither a bungalow nor a cottage. Not even a tree house nor an old cardboard refrigerator carton.
It is only some staff to serve and wait and the monarchical also rans could only hope that at least there might be one hotty chambermaid on the team who just couldn't resist two manly man helicopter pilots...
