This is exactly why the camera was invented. Since I’m on house arrest by order of the British Secret Service and can’t even pop a nipple out of my window without getting bangers and mash thrown at me, I am solely relying on pictures to document Prince Hot Ginge’s visit to NYC. Today is his final day and he went out with a boom and bang (which is the same sound no-nos make when thinking of PHG) at the Veuve Clicquot Polo Classic on Governors Island. PHG’s horse just couldn’t take the heat radiating off his fire pit, so it knocked him off and he ended up with his taint staring. It’s like the sexy ginge version of the Care Bear Stare! I am totally going to have a body pillow made out of that picture.
You can exhale now, because PHG didn’t get hurt. He laughed it off and continued with the game. But you know what I’m most concerned about? Are those people standing in the front even real-life humans who feel actual emotion? Why are they just standing there with plastered smiles on their faces while PHG is flying through the air? I mean, anybody with working genitals would’ve ripped their chonies off and thrown themselves on the grass to break PHG’s fall!
Yes, PHG falling on your body could break your ribs and burst several of your organs. But there’s also a good chance that PHG would roll over, see your nekkid ass, think to himself “sure, why not” and then give you a little bit of his ginger glaze. And none of those unfeeling bitches in the front took that chance? You know their genitals are frowning up at them. I know mine are.
Here’s more pictures of Prince Hot Ginge riding and tumbling today, along with a few pictures of him at the The Achilles Hope And Possibility Race this morning. Apparently, PHG is flying back to Britain tonight. If you happen to be at the airport when PHG takes off tonight and notice a crazed gay clinging to the wheel of his plane, just drop your eyes while walking to the exit.