Exactly one year ago today, a bunch of us dumb shits spent way too much time staring at a stupid, ugly door and waiting for it to open while a lucky lottery winner was born into a world where he’ll never know what the phrase “the rent is due” means, he’ll never see an overdue bill and he’ll do his first vodka shot out of an Eastern European cocktail waitress’ belly button as Uncle Hot Ginge cheers him on. Usually when it’s someone’s birthday, you get them gifts, but since the royal family are so giving and have charitable hearts, they gave the peasants new pictures of the future King of England. A couple of days ago, they gifted the eyes of their people with a picture of Baby Prince George that was taken before he bum rushed a photographer Kanye-style. Yesterday, they released two more pictures of Prince William, his receding hairline twin Baby Prince George and Duchess Kate at the butterfly exhibit of London’s Natural History Museum. That picture looks like a generic picture you’d find in a gold frame at the Hallmark store. They look too perfect. Even the Heart Family is saying, “Ugh, their perfection creeps us out!”
That baby drool on Duchess Kate’s dress is a nice touch, but it doesn’t fool me. It’s supposed to make them look like every other normal, average family, but you know it took 6 assistants, 2 bottles of organic oil, 2 electric fans and 3 paint brushes to make that perfectly sized baby drool stain on her dress. Even though that baby drool stain is some royal STUNT QUEEN shit, the baby drool broach will still become the #1, must-have fashion accessory of the year. Everyone’s going to work a baby drool stain. You should drool out as much drool as you can now, because it’s only a matter of time before drool sells out and becomes extinct.
And I’m no butterfly body language expert, but I’m pretty sure that poor butterfly is trying to say “ayúdame!” with its wings, because it knows that if it accidentally throws the wrong look at Baby Prince George, part of its wings will end up in his baby fits and its head will end up at the bottom of his stomach.
Happy birfday, Baby Prince George! I’m sure your #1 fan Morrissey is celebrating your special day by throwing a party for his cats in your honor.
When Baby Prince George was just crawling around and didn’t know how to use his legs to walk yet, he was stealing toys, slapping other children and leaving a pile of smoking destruction wherever he went. There’s a room in the dungeon under Buckingham Palace where all the skeletons of his victims and the toys he stole are stored and every time someone asks THE QUEEN about it, she shrugs and says, “Oh, future kings will be future kings.” So now that Baby Prince George can walk, we’re all doomed and there’s no limit to the destruction he can cause. Everybody ruuuuuuuun! Okay, first you can awww at his pudgy cheeks and little baby outfit and then ruuuuuuuuuuun for your lives!
Baby Prince George’s birthday is on Tuesday, so to celebrate the one year anniversary of the day that Baby Prince George was pulled out of Duchess Kate’s royal vagine, she and Prince William released this picture of him walking around a butterfly exhibit at the Natural History Museum in London a little over two weeks ago. Yes, Duchess Kate and Prince William are just like your neighbors who give you a picture of their baby on their baby’s first birthday. You stick that picture on the side of your refrigerator with a magnet your mom got you during her trip to Las Vegas. You’ll eventually replace that picture when you need space to put a menu from that Thai restaurant you order from all the time.
John Stillwell of the Press Association took the picture and he tells People that after this picture was taken, Baby Prince George viciously attacked him, basically:
“He’s quick on his feet. He was walking towards me – I was kneeling down to take the picture and he was on top of me as soon as he started walking. He was very quick. He looked really steady on his feet.”
But was he quick? I don’t think John told us that.
AFP says that everyone is going to run out and get the outfit that Prince George is wearing, because he’s a fashion icon. To which I say, AHAHAHAHA. Baby Prince George is barely a year old! I doubt anybody is copying his look. A style icon? That’s crazy. That’s insane. (Cut to me later tonight furiously searching Amazon for black leather nun shoes in men’s size 9 and blue striped OshKosh overalls in toddler size XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXL).
And here’s some pictures of Baby Prince George’s daddy and hot ginger uncle throwing side-eyes (see: Prince William), giving everyone the swoons (see: PHG) and working hard for that benefits money at the Queen’s Young Leaders Programme Launch in London on July 10th.
Duchess Kate kept her hand firmly planted on her stomach during Saturday morning’s ribbon-cutting ceremony for the Yorkshire leg of the Tour de France, which either means she’s knocked-up with the second future fetus king or she’s got a major case of gut rot. Kate covered her belly the whole time, which is usually a sign that it’s time to plug in the Corgi’s Choice Royal Ultrasound Kit (available at your local Tesco!) but I wouldn’t put it past that devious Kate-hating Queen to sneak some Ex-Lax into Kate’s morning crumpet so that she’d get the shits and have to stay home. Personally, I want to believe it’s gas; it’s more fun to imagine Buckingham Palace Barbie pretending to cough in an attempt to mask the sound of noisy gut burps.
Not to mention that Baby Prince George is a jealous baby who would rather take a bilby bite to the shin than share the spotlight with another royal rug rat, so he’s probably trained the Queen’s smartest corgi to replace Duchess Kate’s prenatal vitamins with birth control pills. It’s not a fool-proof plan, but at least it will buy him some time to research how to perform a DIY vasectomy on his Leap Pad. “There’s only one Baby Prince and it’s Baby Prince George, dammit!” he says, as he soaks his blankie in chloroform.
Here’s more of Duchess Kate with her hand glued to her stomach at the Yorkshire leg of the Tour de France. She even cut the ribbon with one hand! Who does this trick think she is, Dudley the Dragon? Speaking of puppets, what in the name of Howdy Doody is going on with Prince Hot Ginge’s pants? I assume he’s wearing those shapeless disasters after arriving in a pair of nut-hugging spandex bike shorts and being told to change because the cyclists found his Yorkshire Pudding bulge too distracting.
Welsh artist Dan Llywelyn Hall should be the only artist allowed to paint the portraits of the British royal family, because he really uses his paintbrush to capture the beauty, spirit and charisma of the royals. Dan’s portrait of THE QUEEN was praised as an artistic achievement, because he made her look like George Bush in drag holding in a butt queef. Nobody thought that Mr. Hall could top himself, but he did. He’s done it again!
Dan Llywelyn Hall, who will probably be executed by the royal family any day now, unveiled his portrait of Prince William and surprisingly it’s not titled, “Smellin’ Farts.” The portrait titled “Fatherhood” shows the second-in-line to the throne looking like he’s about to lick a window or catch a fly with his mouth. It’s absolutely stunning. Mr. Hall made Prince William look like a misshapen and melting white yam with rosacea and skid mark eyebrows. Prince William looks so powerful and so regal and he’s staring off into the distance while thinking to himself, “Durrrrrrrrrrrrr.” It’s as if he’s pondering his future as the King of England or like he just got a glimpse of Duchess Camilla’s thong as her dress blew up.
My only problem with this portrait is that he’s got way too much hair and not enough teef. The hair to teeth ratio is way off and needs to be reversed. Other than that, it’s the spitting image of Prince William and it should be made into a flag and that flag should be flown above Buckingham Palace.
Here’s more of Prince William’s perfect portrait and pictures of him and Duchess Kate at Wimbledon yesterday.
£4 Million Of UK Taxpayer Money Went To Renovating Duchess Kate And Prince William’s Royal Palace Apartment
All of you taxpaying peasants in the UK better get a second and/or third job, because Duchess Kate and Prince William’s royal apartment at Kensington Palace was covered with asbestos and hos needed a new kitchen and all of that cost a lot of cheese. The Daily Mail says that the Kensington Palace apartment, which used to belong to Princess Margaret, was transformed last year into Duchess Kate and Prince William’s new house and renovations were supposed to cost taxpayers ONLY £1 Million. But the budget ballooned to the size of my swollen nipples whenever I see pictures of Prince Hot Ginge, because Duchess Kate and Prince William added a new kitchen with top-of-the-line appliances, bigger closets and a nursery for Baby Prince George. The budget has gone from £1 Million to £4 Million. If you’re in London, point your binoculars at the sky to watch Morrissey’s head fly through the night after his body combusts from hearing this news.
According to the BBC, the apartment was a mess. The electricity was janky, there was no running water and it had asbestos. So basically it was like my first apartment in NYC. They redid all of the electrical and put on a new roof. A spokeswhore for Kensington Palace says that Duchess Kate and Prince William are not extravagant whores and they didn’t get gold toilets and bidets that clean their royal assholes with champagne. They paid for their own curtains and furnishings and the apartment really needed a complete overhaul since it hasn’t been renovated since the 1960s. The rep spit this out:
“This is the duke and duchess’s one and only official residence. It is here that they plan to stay for many, many years to come. We also had to take into account the fact that Kensington Palace is a scheduled ancient monument, and all elements of the refurbishment had to be agreed with English Heritage. The Duke and Duchess of Cambridge paid privately for all the internal furnishings, including carpets and curtains. They were also at pains to ensure that the specification is not extravagant.”
If THE QUEEN wants her subjects to stop screaming “VIVA LA REVOLUTION!” and to stop leaving bags of flaming Corgi shit on her front door every time stories like this come out, she should’ve found another way to pay for the renovations. She should’ve called ABC and Ty Pennington and pitched them a very special episode of Extreme Makeover: Palace Edition. Ty Pennington would’ve torn that palace down and replaced it with a cookie cutter modular home with a kitchen by Sears in it. It would’ve been beautiful! And if THE QUEEN really wanted to make some easy money, she’d turn Prince Hot Ginge’s apartment into a webcam dorm. I’m pulling out my credit card just thinking about it…
And if he could really speak words, he’d scream, “I’m sending you to the gallows! Do not disobey your future king!” Those future kings of England grow up so fast.
It’s really hard out there for a baby prince, because Duchess Kate and Prince William dragged him out on a goddamn Sunday to entertain his subjects at some polo game at the Cirencester Park Polo Club, Cirencester, Gloucestershire, UK. Who ever says that those royals are nothing but mooches who suck in the wallets of the taxpayers obviously don’t know that the baby prince works on the weekends. As Prince Hot Ginge made me jealous of a horse’s back by putting his crotch on it while playing polo with his brother, Baby Prince George cried at his mom (who was dressed up like a WASPY Park Slope mother with a J. Crew card that has a $10,000 limit), made friends with a ball, had a premonition that one day he’ll rule all those hos and then probably pulled off a horse’s tail because he can.
And Baby Prince George did it all while wearing sharp-as-fuck pink overalls and nun shoes. Only the future King of England could pull off pink overalls and nun shoes. Tommy Girl is probably furiously searching to see if they still have those pink overalls in his size (which is the same size as Baby Prince George), but he’s wasting his time. Those overalls sold out before Baby Prince George even stepped out of his palace. Blue Ivy wish she had that impact.
Eli Ross, a reporter for ABC24, tweeted this picture on Sunday of Prince William’s bald head royale sitting under the lights in COACH while traveling from Memphis to Dallas after Guy Pelly’s wedding. Yes, Prince William is really the people’s prince and just like the rest of us peasants he loses the feeling in his lower half as he’s squeezed into coach. Or maybe, this is some damage control shit and this picture wasn’t taken in the actual coach section of an actual airplane. It was taken on a set and this is just a fake coach section on a fake airplane and he really flew back home from Memphis on a gold-covered private jet that was paid for by the taxpayers.
As for Prince Hot Ginge, he got to Dallas by riding on the back of a Harley and as he sang out, “Born To Be Wild,” he took swigs from a flask full of whiskey and tore off his shirt so his ginger nipples could breathe in the wild, wild air.
Either Prince Hot Ginge is yawning at the lack of skinny ass blondes in his vicinity or he’s saying to a ho, “HAAAAAAAAAY, bitch, get ready to see me twerk later!” Probably the latter.
Prince Hot Ginge and Prince William were in Memphis this past weekend for their friend Guy Pelly’s wedding to Holiday Inn heiress Lizzy Wilson and sadly the wedding reception didn’t happy in the conference room of a Holiday Inn. What is the point of being a Holiday Inn heiress if you’re not going to use the conference room of one of your family’s moderately-priced hotels to have your wedding in for free?! The wedding happened at some fancy country club on Saturday and today workers are still replacing the carpet that was ruined from all the boiling panty pudding that dripped out of the guests when PHG sashayed onto the dance floor and served up some hot royal moves. When PHG’s got the sweet nectar flowing through his veins and the beat tickles his ears he can’t help but not wiggle that ass. The Jimmy Church Band played the wedding and Jimmy Church tells The Mirror that PHG, Prince William and Princess Bea went wild, kept jumping around (royal mosh pit?) and wanted them to play all night. One guest said that PHG even “twerked” on the dance floor:
“Harry hit the floor pretty much as soon as the band started playing and was twerking into the early hours.”
Usually the thought of a rich white man in a suit twerking on the dance floor of a society wedding would be at the top of my list of Things That Are Tragic, but I can’t say that about PHG. Yes, when PHG twerks, he probably looks like a hen trying to lay an egg and wiggle out a dry fart at the same time, but it would still make my nipples shoot off of my body. The world needs video of this and I wouldn’t even care if it was shot in portrait mode. I also hope that this highly important story inspires Marc Cohn to do a remix of Walking in Memphis called Twerking in Memphis.
And here’s some really clear pictures that a paparazzo who hid in the bushes took of the royals.
Calling all skinny, blonde tricks in Memphis! Calling all skinny, blonde tricks in Memphis! Make sure your phones are fully charged and make sure you have enough room on that shit to hold a video of Prince Hot Ginge’s ginger crotch scepter waving back and forth while he dances naked after losing a game of strip billiards to you. PHG is in Memphis, which means there’s a very good chance he’ll get boozed up and take off all of his panties during a drunken game of strip billiards with a bunch of skinny ass blondes. I hope the skinny ass blondes in Memphis don’t disappoint us the way the skinny ass blondes in Las Vegas did. The skinny ass blondes in Las Vegas disappointed an entire WORLD when they failed to get a clear Hi-Res picture of the royal ginger peen. Don’t be them, skinny ass blondes of Memphis.
PHG and Prince William went down south this weekend for their fancy friend Guy Pelly’s fancy wedding to Holiday Inn heiress Lizzy Wilson. Last night while dressed in their best Tennessee drag (PHG in gingham and jeans and Prince Billy in plaid and jeans), they left a BBQ restaurant in Memphis. So if I’m outside tonight (which I won’t be since I NEVER go outside) and a gust of wind traveling from the Southeast hits my nose and it smells like brisket and burnt saffron, I will inhale all of it, because it’s obviously one of PHG’s BBQ farts.
And before PHG and Prince William took their asses to Memphis yesterday, they partied in Miami. UsWeekly posted a picture of a topless PHG lounging by the pool with his legs spread open and a look on his face that says, “Come on and sit on this and call me King.” That picture and I are going to spend a beautiful weekend together.
Baby Prince George Says Goodbye To Australia And New Zealand With A “Why Aren’t You Bowing Down, Peasant?” Side-Eye
Or maybe that’s a “Don’t you dare stare at the royal boobs! They’re my meal!” side-eye.
After two long, hard weeks of wearing pretty clothes, waving at people, smiling, terrorizing kiwi children, waving some more, petting rams with big nuts, smiling some more, terrorizing bilbys, waving even more and falling in love with punu sticks, Duchess Kate, Prince William and Baby Prince George’s tour through New Zealand and Australia ended today. While wearing the exact same outfit (and in the same size too) that Tommy Girl wore to the men’s only Scientology tea party last Saturday, Baby Prince George left Australia with the same “working is hard” face he came into New Zealand with. I’m sure right after they collected their appearance fee from the New Zealand and Australian tourism boards, they got on the plane and took it straight to the Maldives for a three week-long holiday which they totally deserve. Baby Prince George has never worked this hard in his life!
And Baby Prince George’s haircut is very on trend. I’ve seen many an Echo Park hipster with the same haircut, but none of them worked it better than Prince Hot Ginge’s nephew.
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