“I’m into top hat and tails” sounds like a really gentlemanly and elegant way of telling something that you’re versatile.
While done up in Downton Abbey cosplay (or are the dudes on Downton Abbey dressed up in PHG cosplay?), Prince Hot Ginge made an appearance at the first day of Royal Ascot today. I’d like to pause for a moment so that I can slap at my fingers for not typing the typo “Royal Asscock.” I am so disappointed in them. I thought I knew them.
But anyway, along with his grandma THE QUEEN and his grandpa Prince Philip, Prince Hot Ginge graced Royal Ascot with his presence today and he wore a top hat on his head, because that’s the dress code. I’m all for that dress code, because I never get tired of seeing PHG done up like a sexy, ginger Mr. Peanut.
Earlier in the day, a manspreading PHG had tea and cookies with Michelle Obama at Kensington Palace. Thanks to the fellow pervs at Jezebel, I spent a big chunk of my afternoon with my eyeballs glued to the screen to see how big PHG’s teabags are:
I can’t see shit, but I still compared the size of the ginger balls I can’t see to those teacups on the coffee table. I plan to clear my schedule (of doing nothing) tonight to investigate some more while sipping a giant teacup full of ginger and orange pekoe tea.