At a rugby match in London yesterday, Chelsy Davy tried to keep her rekindled relationship with Prince Hot Ginge on the down low by sitting apart from him, but we all know that’s pretty much impossible. It didn’t take long for Chelsy’s vagina to gravitate toward the ginge. Chelsy’s private parts slid over to him, throwing the dude between them out of his seat. They spent the rest of the match together. Chelsy whispered spicy nothings into Ginge’s ear while he spent his time thinking about me doing a sessy dance in nothing but a thong that says “GINGE ONLY ZONE” on the crotch. That explains why he has such a grim look on his face.
I was reading the comments over at the Daily Mail about these two, and some seem to think that Chelsy is just not fancy enough for PHG. One ho said: “Sorry but this Chelsy will NEVER make a Royal!” And another ho piped in with: “Prince Harry needs to find a princess or aristocrat who will fit in with his status.”
Yes, Chelsy looks like she can play “Unskinny Bop” on a beer bottle by blowing into it with her snatch, but that’s why PHG loves her so. I mean, this is the dude who cleans his nostrils out with vodka. Chelsy is definitely the refined and elegant princess Hot Ginge needs in his life. And it pains me in the nipples to admit that.