I had a plan to watch the Royal Wedding, mainly cuz I know every woman in the world is masturbating to the shit, because every girl wants a Royal Wedding, but only a handful of women get to have one, so instead they fully absorb themselves in the shit, and I thought it’d be funny to make fun of the shit, from Kate Middleton’s average at best looks, that if I was an inbred balding King in trainging, I’d aim for more a mormon approach and I’d only get down with models….not the kid of a flight attendent…
So I got drunk, thinking I’d experience this bullshit, but instead passed the fuck out when the shitty coverage of the event excitedly announced Prince Harry’s Chelsy Davy Slut showed up….I suck at drunken live blogging at 6 am…..
So I didn’t get to experience Beckham, or Mr Bean, or Elton John, or the awkward kiss, or the wedding dress and wedding cake all these shows have been speculating what the shit COULD look like, and I didn’t care….
I don’t follow this shit, I don’t care about this shit, and you shouldn’t either, there are actually things going on in the world, like critical shit that people should know about, but instead, they blinded 2 billion of us with this expensive shit…and that in and of itself is Hilarious….because I know this was a marketing campaign for the Royal Family to connect with the people, to get a new lifeline and to re-assert their position and remind people they exist cuz pretty much no one gives a fuck about them, I mean until the marketing blitz no one did….
Either way, it was a classic case of long, drawn out gold digging at its finest, girls take note, if you don’t push for a wedding, act cool, dude will lock it down…