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apocalypsosI want to know what Prince Charles' "incident" is.
I don't even give a fuck about the man. I don't care if he was caught doing unspeakable things with the "Christmas Story" electric sex lamp, strawberry licorice laces, three sheep, and any random Spice Girl. I just care that someone did something and no one is telling me what it is.
I wish they'd just say what the hell it is, because quite frankly, anything I come up with in my head is going to be infinitely worse than the truth. Years of writing beyond-strange fanfiction has left me with the uncanny ability to randomly pick items out of my mental top hat and marry them together in a scene in a fashion that is gross, sexual, or both. So, for instance, I can totally come up with an icky situation in my head in which Prince Charles was caught with an order of fried calamari, forty-seven hamsters, half a baby bottle of motor oil, one of Princess Diana's sexier black dresses and Michael Jackson. And I sincerely doubt that's the incident in question.
Oh, Jesus in lacy lingerie, let that not be the incident in question.
Was he caught having sex with a male aide? Because I could totally understand that. And in some weird way, it'd explain Camilla.
Is he really Gonzo the Muppet? 'Cause that would really explain Camilla.
Argh. Can't stand secrets.
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I don't even give a fuck about the man. I don't care if he was caught doing unspeakable things with the "Christmas Story" electric sex lamp, strawberry licorice laces, three sheep, and any random Spice Girl. I just care that someone did something and no one is telling me what it is.
I wish they'd just say what the hell it is, because quite frankly, anything I come up with in my head is going to be infinitely worse than the truth. Years of writing beyond-strange fanfiction has left me with the uncanny ability to randomly pick items out of my mental top hat and marry them together in a scene in a fashion that is gross, sexual, or both. So, for instance, I can totally come up with an icky situation in my head in which Prince Charles was caught with an order of fried calamari, forty-seven hamsters, half a baby bottle of motor oil, one of Princess Diana's sexier black dresses and Michael Jackson. And I sincerely doubt that's the incident in question.
Oh, Jesus in lacy lingerie, let that not be the incident in question.
Was he caught having sex with a male aide? Because I could totally understand that. And in some weird way, it'd explain Camilla.
Is he really Gonzo the Muppet? 'Cause that would really explain Camilla.
Argh. Can't stand secrets.
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