But he shall love me till he dies."
What a creep! He doesn't even know me!
Sir Robert Gordon Menzies, blow me!
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9 comments:
How appropriate to post, on her birthday, a pic of the queen picking her nose.
Strewth! It's her actual birthday! How did you know?
Well, it's either because I'm a mad keen monarchist or because I have a friend whose birthday is today and she kept going on about it.
Do you congratulate the Queen for being born on the same day as her, or vice versa? Or would either way be seen as a snub by one of them?
Though my friend is aged I do believe it was the queen's birthday first.
I sent my friend a text this morning, in my usual fashion which is 'Happy fucking birthday' and she replied that she rather hoped that I'd sent one to the queen too. To which I replied 'but of course, but I didn't use 'fuck''. I suspect that the old duck wouldn't take to well to being wished a happy fucking birthday. A pointless story, no?
I congratulate them both for having held out until the 21st.
You never know with the Queen. Next time I see her, maybe I'll say 'How's it fucking going, your majesty!' and we'll see how that works out.
I think Charlie Squishygate 'I want to live in your pants forever, darling' Windsor might possibly take that as a compliment.
Kind of a win-win situation then.
WTFuck
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