Please take a moment to look at these NSFWish pictures of British burlesque performer Katrina Darling twerking her ass at Demi Monde in NYC last night and make sure to gaze upon every exquisite and elegant detail on her body from her crotch stubble to her kitten on acid tattoo. Then try to tell me how in the hell is Katrina Darling’s homely, plain second cousin Duchess Kate the future Queen of England, but yet she isn’t in the royal family at all?! What part of the game is this? Unless Prince Hot Ginge has a stroke and wakes up gay one day (it can happen) and realizes he really needs to marry a bitter, skinny fat American slut, Katrina Darling should be his first wife. Katrina has class oozing from every one of her pores and she can swallow flames. It’s a match.
Now how do we go about changing the ranks of the British Monarchy? It can’t be that hard. Do I have to have a pocketbook fight with THE QUEEN in the back alley of Buckingham Palace or something? It needs to be done, because Katrina Darling and Prince Hot Ginge are the future of British royalty.