Prince Charles and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall at Government House in Adelaide, Australia. (November 7, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
“This one is shitting in my hand”
“You heard Mother – whatever we have to do to distract from Harry’s Penis and the the Princess’s tits. You don’t want Mother on your bad side.”
I swear I could hear their voices as I read your comment.
I’m afraid that we’ve finally pushed in-breeding to its limits.
“Serious downgrade from Papua New Guinea boobs, what?”
Awe man, I wanna be a prince. Bare native titties one day, cuddly Koala bears the next? Is he going to rub a blowjob from Dakota Fanning in our faces next?
(had to do a quick wikipedia to check Dakota’s age…it’s ok)
Charles: “Aww, look Camilla… they’re kissing!”
Camilla: “They’re what?”
Charles: “You know, kissing… Showing romantic affection for one another.”
Camilla: “What utter bosh! I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about!”
In about 2 seconds, this photo shoot is going to go from very cute to very gruesome. Try to guess what’s going to happen.
Aaaaaw…Sorry guys, I can’t hate on koalas.
He cheated on Diana with her? On her hottest, sexiest day, Diana shits all over her.
This is when I hate that you can only give one “like.”
Why do I always get held by the ugly ones?
No, why do I ALWAYS get held by the ugly ones?
The cats in Australia look a little ‘off’ don’t they luv?
Charles: They said it eats shoots and leaves
Camilla: Could it….?
Charles: No, no, Harry’s dad was a red head.
“Green Moon made such a great main course yesterday. How about these for tonight?”
“Remember when we used to do this with Africans, why don’t we have fun like that anymore?”
Stop it you are killing me here (very funny, to me)
“They aren’t enough to make a coat out of but a lovely gift none the less.”
Note how the bears asses are carefully wrapped like a burrito diaper. Thus the royal fancy visiting outfits shall be preserved should bears stress under the commotion of the moment and void their bladder and/or bowels.
Well done Aussies.
Kiss! Now, let’s cook ‘em, luv!!!
At first glance I thought she was his mom the queen.
“Well, drat, Charles, as usual you’re right again. Yours IS bigger.”
A ‘cute’ moment to make up for bragging about being related to Vlad the Impaler. We need a Bastille Day in the UK.
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