“I’m so sorry, Your Highness, but you are not allowed to use an imaginary horse for this event.”
I was thinking “Horsefly! Shit!”
Looks like he is going to see if his cup works.
Official Scorer 1: “What’s he doing now?”
Official Scorer 2″ “Hell if I know, but just put him down for a hat trick like always.”
Avoid the steaming divot, not kill it with your mallet.
Yee Haw!! Cotton-Eyed Joe!
“You have failed me for the last time, Right Foot.
I shall be obliged to take drastic measures.
Have at you!”
Two tampon strings?
Your Highness, the Dept of Silly Walks is one street over.
This is how the horse taught me to count. 1… 2… 3…
“He seems to have a malady of the leg quite similar to the one with which Serena Williams has been suffering.”
What does it say about his pregnant wife that he’d rather play a stupid sport and hang around horse-cock than be around her? “ole!”
Sloppy photography….they cut off Parker-Bowles face.
No matter how one tries to express one’s anger, in Polo, it always looks HILARIOUS.
Well, he has to keep his commoner-stomping leg in shape.
Only a British royal’s hissy fit will prompt his pony to crap polo balls.
I can’t possibly claim to be an expert, but I would argue that’s not how you play polo. Which, I’m sure, shall worry him to no end.
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