Friday, February 20, 2004
It looks like the Jack of Hearts, Prince Harry, has got nothing better to do than live a life filled with grabass, loose women, and plentiful drugs. Looks like Papa has his work cut out for him. Of course, I'm not holding out too much hope, given Charles' taste in women. I'm sure you'll agree with me that if Jesus could tap-dance, we would say "Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ!". Personally, I'm all for shipping Prince Harry and his devastated psyche off to the Royal Navy as soon as humanly possible. There's an outfit that will get him in shape. It is not for nothing that Mr. Churchill referred to the Royal Navy as an institution built on "rum, buggery, and the lash".
Prince Harry should fit right in.
Prince Harry, Duke of Excrement, after a long night of drinking, cocaine, and grabass, staggers aimlessly around Knightsbridge in search of a place to vomit.