You know what question I’m talking about since you’re asking that question right now while staring at that picture of THE QUEEN! What kind of royal secrets are hiding within The Queen’s beloved pocketbook? The pocketbook that she takes with her to sit on both royal thrones. The pocketbook that she cuddles with at night. The pocketbook that is her conjoined twin and her only confidante. Memaws are serious about their handbags and The Queen has never been an exception. But a royal biographer, who is obviously going to be executed soon for committing treason, did some ninja-like shit to uncover what lies beneath Her Majesty’s handbag.
– A mirror, because every queen must have a portable mirror with her to ask who the fairest of all is. (FYI: When The Queen asks, this is what her mirror shows her.)
– A £5 or £10 note to drop in the donation basket at church on Sundays.
– Mints, lipstick, reading glasses and a pen.
– A plastic suction cup with a hook to hang her best friend on. An anonymous source explained it like this: “I watched the Queen open her handbag and remove a white suction cup and discreetly spit into it. The Queen then attached the cup to the underside of the table. The cup had a hook on it, and she attached her handbag to it.”
The Queen ain’t the one to let her precious purse sit on the floor where the dirt of a commoner’s common shoes lie. Sally also wrote that if Her Majesty needs a pair of gloves, her ladies-in-waiting hold on to that kind of shit for her. But you know, this is kind of disappointing and it must be some kind of cover up. I refuse to believe that The Queen’s pocketbook isn’t filled with bricks (for when she really needs to fuck a bitch up by hitting them over the head) and a lone house slipper (for when she really needs to slap one of her grandchildren in the teeth for sass talking). I won’t take any other answer.
And unfortunately, I don’t have any answers for the other question that just loaded into your brain which is: Why the fuck did I read this shit?
Since we’re on the subject of THE ROYALS!!!, here’s the tingle of my loins Prince Hot Ginge leaving some club in London last night with Becks. That scratch on his nose? Yup, sass talking to his memaw again.