Here’s Prince Hot Ginge making what some would call the “Ginge on a Cross” or “King of the Ginges” pose, but what I call the “imaginary blowjob and double finger bang” pose, because I’m romantic like that. PHG stretched and flexed with Olympic gold medalist Usain Bolt in Jamaica this morning as part of his royal tour to up the production of panty pudding in the Caribbean.
You know, earlier I was at my favorite place on the Internet, The Daily Fuckery, and read some of the comments people made about this blessed event. A few people said that PHG is nothing but a ginger-crusted scab who gets paid to pose in silly photo-ops while they’re slaving away in front of the broiler making meat pies out of human flesh to pay their rent! (Everything I know about the British economy, I learned from Sweeney Todd.) Those people are so off base that they’re licking dirty jockstraps in the dugout with the Kardashians. PHG is doing the work of a saint. Every nation deserves to know what it feels like to quiver in the loins at the sight of PHG sucking off an invisible peen made from the same air they’re breathing. It’s life-changing. If I didn’t already think Phoebe Price is the Mother Teresa of gingers, I’d say PHG is.
I would write more slobbery words pulled from my ass about PHG, but these pictures and I have a date with Photoshop.