“Don’t forget.. hmm ah.. you represent.. hnn.. the United Kingdom in space! A ha haha!”

Apparently mocking a sick child is a time-honored tradition for the royals…

“Ha-ha-ha, that child is a cripple!”

Is it wrong that I laughed out loud when I saw this picture?

“Well, I suppose a lesson’s been learned, eh young chap? ‘Never approach Camilla from behind’. Righty-ho!”

No he’s not a fucking puppet!

“Only three weeks left to live you say? Well then, young man, how would you like to drive a limousine in Paris?”

“Is this the one that’s dying ? You’re right, he does look like a little girl in a bonnet. How’s the brain cancer, nancy boy. HA HA !”

“What? Who’s this Howdy Doody lookin’ bastard? I wanted to meet Kelly Brook! Fuckin’ Make-A-Wish Foundation.”

“Who’s the terminally ill little moppet then? That’s right, you are! Ha, ha, ha.”

“You have cancer! And you’re poor! Ha ha ha!”

“I’ll take two of these statues for my royal garden. Thanks.”

“Do you have the one that pees?”

Yup, the prohibition era gangster suit…again.

Did they let yew out of yer fucking cage again or what?

“You know, young lad, if you were to take two brassieres and cleave them in two, you’d have four of those beanies, chinstraps and all!”

“Ha Ha, your stable boy is wearing a saddle… Brilliant!”

“You know I once was forced to wear a cap like that. Going down on Mummy wasn’t as fun as having cancer, haha.”

i used to wear me mum’s bras on me head too!