Open Post: Hosted By The Real Queen Of England And Some Lessers

There’s something really disturbing and wrong about this picture. I see four homely peasants and one bright, shining regal goddess. They should be bowing down to her. And no, by, “her,” I don’t mean Camilla, Duchess of Cornhole. Who cares about her? I also don’t mean Katie Price and her Lion King hair either. Who cares about her? They should be bowing down to this gloriously opulent blossom covered in Big Bird’s plucked-out feathers:

While those four are looking eight layers of drab, this natural ginger jewel (she’s totally a natural ginge, duh) brightened up lives by looking like she dipped herself in glue before rolling around in the feather and fake fur aisle at Michael’s. It looks pretty overcast in these pictures and I’m guessing that’s because the sun took the day off since it knew that this beauty would bring sunshine to the people. And yet none of these basic hos are on their knees worshipping her greatness? Whatever happened to respect? Send them to the gallows!

Anyway, Katie Price and her cheating slut of a husband Kieran Somethingoranother were at the Cheltenham Festival in England today when they ran into the Duchess of Cornwall. They apparently only talked for five seconds and took a couple of pictures together. I’m sure that in those few seconds, Camilla gently grabbed Katie’s hand and said, “After watching you get toe fucked in your sex tape, Charles and I decided to give it a go and my pussy has never been the same since. Bless you.” That’s totally how that conversation went.

Pics: Getty, Splash