I wonder if he calls that headpiece “Macaroni”.

Guy in the background sums it up: Awkward.

The Prince is the king of gay chicken.

Good thing he wore the formal feathers.

Takes ‘rubbing noses with the commoners’ to a whole new level…

Well he almost kept a straight face, which is more than I could have done.

Bumpin’ uglies.

Dancin’ in the street!

I love the glass of straight up booze Charles is clutching!

Nose size contest

Pocahontas or Pocahimintheass

He took that pretty well. This would spook a lot of males.
Well done Charlie.

Rock over London, rock on Port Moresby.

“On the next dance, could you let me lead?”

Everybody gets desperate around last call.

These pics remind me of so many pics i’ve taken on a drunken night out, and was totally embarrassed about the next day.

Thankfully, The League has changed the meaning of the term “Eskimo Brothers” They were not made aware.

Screw Samsung — this is how you share a playlist.

“God, I love you so much…”
“And I love you even more…”

I could understand it if the Prince stepped back and let the guy with the feather on his head dipped his nose into the water.

“When you take my manhood I’m going to be looking straight into the eyes of my bitch, like this.”

I. I will be your tampon.

Sometimes when we touch, the honesty’s too much.