You’re what they call a lezzzbian, aren’t you? I love lezzzzbians…
The comb down sideburn is always a dead givaway that you’re dealing with a lesbian.
“Which one of you is named Diana?”
So. Where’s the Quidditch pitch?
“Princess Di?.. I fucked her.”
“I’ve got something in my pocket for you . . . “
“No, I’m not Ted Koppel. And by the way, this scotch is worth more than all your homes combined.”
“Here’s one for the lads OR the lasses, which of you can take six inches up the backside without blubbing?”
“You look like a cross between Harry Potter and Boy George…….I like that…..I like that a lot !”
A couple of sherries and this guy is all over the young girls.
Camilla thinks of you as the daughter she never had.
“You know, if I’d become a tampon like I wanted to, I’d be dressed as red as you all the time!”
Yes, I was a member of the homely introverts club myself.
WTF, Hogwarts is real?
these are our masturbation sweaters we have on, didn’t you know that….want to join?
He held his wine glass in one hand, his horcrux in the other.
“Using your right hoof, tap out the answer to “what is two plus two” and I’ll give you one of these sugar cubes. It works with Camilla.”
I didn’t know Kurt Cobain had a son.
Yes, this is the part between polo matches where I pretend to care about the filth of the country.
If you study long and hard you still can’t be a prince! Sucker!
What followed 20 minutes later was what many will refer to as; The most awkward and polite 5-way, ever.
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