This whole Prince Hot Ginge getting naked in Las Vegas story has been stretched the hell out, so we might as well just keep stretching it like it’s a piece of foreskin made of rubber.
One of the penny slot skanks who was partying up in PHG’s suite at the Wynn sold her story to The Mirror and says that he picked her out of a group of sluts to touch tongues with him for almost 20 minutes. I know, that sounds like the real way Cinderella met her Prince Charming.
32-year-old Carrie Reichert who was born in Britain but lives in San Diego tells The Mirror that she first spotted PHG earlier in the night at the Wynn’s pool area. Carrie knew exactly who he was, but some of the dumb trash tramps around her didn’t. Then later on in the night, Carrie was partying at one of the bars when she was handpicked along with 9 other tricks to party with PHG up in his penthouse suite. When Carrie got up there, she found a fully naked and drunk PHG in a room full of naked slut bags. According to Carrie, it wasn’t some huge ginger Caligula orgy. It was just some regular G-rated naked fun. Carrie said that PHG kept passing out naked hugs (cut to me passing out onto the floor from imagining getting a naked hug from PHG) and at one point he pressed his soft ginger stick against a glass window and shouted, “Look at me Vegas, these are the royal jewels!”
In possibly related news, at around the same time PHG pressed his royal jewels against the window, several people called into 911 to report that they witnessed two fireballs shoot out of the Wynn and illuminate the night sky.
When Carrie noticed that PHG was by himself for a second, she went in:
“I introduced myself, and right away knew he was completely wasted, very intoxicated. I had to let him know I knew who he was, and that I was born in England and right away he was like ‘Oh my Gosh, that’s amazing! I can’t believe you’re here in Vegas, we could be related’.
And I was like ‘Ah! He likes me!’ He was happy-go-lucky, yeah, just going with the flow. He gave me a huge hug and I introduced myself, and yeah, the party’s going. We both walked back together, and he grabbed my hand and walked back toward his bedroom. I found my way back there with him. We were talking and we had found some similarities and some interests him and I had together. And I was interested of course.
He said that he liked my eyes and was just going on and on about the military. He didn’t make too much sense. There was not very much talking at that time, his clothes were off. I had a bikini on. A string bikini. I had a party dress over that, and that came off. And I just had a bikini. We kissed for 15 to 20 minutes. I am sure somebody stumbled in as there were people going in and out of rooms all the time. We kissed again and he said ‘That was great’. He told me I was beautiful and gorgeous, which was sweet. Then we kind of nonchalantly returned to the party and kept drinking.”
When they got back to the party, a bunch of skanks were passed out on the sofa, so Carrie went back to her room and that was that.
I can’t with the dumbasses who got coked up at that party and didn’t keep their heads as clear as possible to fully take in all of the ginger hotness. I can’t with the paid hooker whore who didn’t find a way to drag PHG to the nearest chapel to have a quickie royal wedding with him. And I really can’t with this Carrie trick. There she was alone with a naked PHG and all she did was make out with his tongue?! They’d have to bring in the British Army, Scotland Yard, every bobby in London town and several priests to try pry me off of his naked ass. They wouldn’t be able to do it. The Queen herself could beat me in the back with her pocketbook and I still wouldn’t move. We’d immediately be conjoined (at the crotch) twins and I don’t think even surgery would pull us apart. But yet, this Carrie trick kisses him for a few minutes and then just flutters away?
Why is Carrie talking to The Mirror, anyway? Hell, why is Carrie talking at all? Bitch should’ve had her tongue shellacked to preserve the PHG saliva drops. This bitch is a disgrace to two nations!