When I went out this morning to watch my dog piss like a girl dog (lazy ho won’t lift his leg in the morn), it felt like I walked straight into someone’s sneeze bubble. Cold, windy, misty and smelled like a phlegm ball. But when I got inside and fired up my life box (aka my laptop), these pictures of Prince Hot Ginge warmed the cockles of my cockles (smells like burnt pubes, boiled moth balls and extra salty tears). These pictures are your new fireplace DVD!
Everybody has temporarily moved up into Prince William and Kate Middleton’s ass crack to get every piece of information about this royal wedding shit. “Is Kate going to wear a garter made of William’s fallen head follicles?” “Is the priest going to follow royal wedding tradition by busting out a dearly beloved boner?” Blah. Blah. Blah.
But the only thing I really care about is if the Official Royal Wedding website is going to do the right thing by streaming the wedding live from a Prince Hot Ginge crotch cam. The ONLY way to watch a British royal wedding is from the point of view of PHG’s crotch. Since PHG’s fiery crotch scepter is as sensitive as he is, I’m sure it will also cry tears of happiness at this blessed event. And then we can all imagine wiping those tears off with our… No, no, I won’t go any further. There are children present in these pictures!
Here’s PHG in and out of uniform at the Mary Rose Museum this past weekend and I also threw in some pictures of Prince William at a barbecue in Australia.