If you were 28 years old, had straight teeth and the prince of one of the wealthiest countries on earth would you even consider getting married (think Donald Trump who has no business tying the knot)? If I were this a-hole I would have made it my personal quest to screw every hot panty within 30 square miles (48.2703 kilometers) of anywhere I went while playing out every sexual fantasy I could dream of. Think about it, fellas. Why not do a George Clooney? George figured it and he’s not even a blue blood. Only two explanations I can think of, these state supported leaches have had too much inbreeding for their own good or royal duty.
Now for Kate, I’d love to see her in a sheer sun dress, thong showing and bending over exposing those (I’m positive) hot cheeks. Maybe she can form a sentence and actually be interesting. Maybe her jelly really does jiggle. Maybe she’s all that and a bag of chips but why not marry a Kate when you’re 48 instead of 28? Let’s see Charlie went for Camilla (WTF!). And Andy couldn’t keep up with Fergie (she’s one I’d like to see bent over the royal couch before the WeightWatchers deal).
Son, you made a HUGE mistake. Look at Daddy and Uncle Andy. Should of sowed your oats and provide the rest of England an heir that can mooch of the state after you’ve tasted what it’s really like to have anything you wanted.
What a butt head!