Prince Hot Ginge may really be Prince Hot Auburn. Yeah, I’m not sure how that’s going to work for me. Prince Hot Ginge was at a party honoring his daddy’s 60th birthday last night when he told John Cleese that he’s not really a ginger. Rojo Caliente, use your double dong dildo to cover your eyes, you don’t want to read this. The sexiest ginge in the UK doesn’t want to be a ginge!
Prince Hot Ginge told John Cleese and some others, “I’m not ginger. I’m auburn, that’s what I’ve been told.”
He later confessed to some 14-year-old girl, who won the Diana award for counseling, that maybe he needed her services since everyone always makes fun of his not-ginge hair. The girl’s father told the Daily Mail, “When she said she did counseling Harry said maybe he should come to her because he gets bullied about his red hair. When they all laughed he said ‘no, I do seriously’. They were only having a joke about it but his army buddies must give him a ribbing for it.”
A ribbing? I don’t know what that entails, but can I watch? I’ll bring the rib sauce and salad dressing.
You know, whatever Prince Hot
Ginge Burn happy! Ginger, auburn, he just needs to take off his pants and do the Macarena for me. If he really wants to be sure, I can help him. I might have to get extra close and take his temperature in his peen hole with my tongue, but I guarantee quick and correct results!