the dog is humping the sheep and the guy in the red is enjoying it.

No, your royal higness, I said you can pick a sheep… You’re not fucking my dog.

Look at the smile on that dog’s face.

I am starting to suspect that this is not Prince Charles but just the best dressed farmer ever.

That’s the smile of a dog that’s in mid-hump.

“Tell them I am not signing anymore autographs today, Webster”

“My lord, these are literally sheep….”

I specifically said “Sexy Sheep” you damned commoner!

You know that feeling you get when someone eyes your girlfriend? The guy in the red.

Been there, done that.
And that one and that one…

Not seen…the photographer’s assistant waving Kate Middleton’s thong.

The shepherd’s dog brought the herd around so charles can size up his next sexual conquest.

“CAMILLA! Get out of that sheep pen this instant!!”

“Why does your bitch look better than mine?”

“I say old chap, one of these things is not like the others.”

“I say, ol’ boy…is that dog suppose to be fucking that sheep? Smashing!”

“… like a little Rory Calhoun.”

“And how exactly does one become a sheep stud?”

Squirrel!

“Really, your Highness? They push back harder if you fuck them near the edge of a cliff? Amazing!”

After the dog is done fluffing it, I’ll take that one.

What that dog is trying to say: “I’ve spotted Her Royal Highness! She does blend in with the sheep, doesn’t she?”

“Is this gonna take long? Our Partridge family cover band has a gig.”

Hey…it’s Liam Neeson…sheep herder extraordinaire.

“And right here mate is where we keep our stock of American voters…”

“You…Dog…make sure you pick me out the prettiest one and if she has big udders, so much the better!”

“Camilla,Camilla…oh there you are”.

“The prince’s escorts are here!” “Orgy time!”

” When is it my turn?”