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Prince William has given an interview to Hello! magazine in which he denies that being the son of King Charles played any part in his achieving his current position.


”Yeah, OK, so the King’s my dad,” said the disgruntled royal slaphead. “Which is more than certain ginger tosspots can say, but let’s not get into all that.


”But I do wish people wouldn’t just focus on that, as if I just waltzed into the job of heir to the throne without having to make an effort. If anything, I have to work twice as hard as everyone else, just to prove myself.


”I even tried going by a different name, William Wales when my dad’s name’s Windsor, so people wouldn’t realise. That’s how determined I was to make it on my own merit. It’s not my fault if people looked at photos of me, which have been constantly in the press since the day I was born, and realised who I was.”


One of the prince’s aides then concluded the interview, as it was time for his valet to shave and redress him for an evening engagement.


”Not idea what it is. Some sort of banquet, probly - they’ll tell me on the way. Hope it’s not more of those ‘commonwealth’ johnnies - I always think of the impressions grandpapa used to do of them, and it’s so hard not to laugh.”


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If music be the food of love, perchance it should be played upon the pink oboe. - (12½ Nights)


What light from yonder window breaks? It is the sun and Juliet is wearing but a thin white cotton slip – hubbah hubbah! - (Romeo Does Juliet)


'Tis a consummation devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream — mayhap that dream with the two nuns and the church candle; ay! There’s a rub! - (Hamlet, or Porking For Beginners)


I am one, sir, that comes to tell you your daughter and the Moor are now making the beast with two backs, the dog in supplication and the limp starfish partaking of a ciggie. - (Othella, Whore of Venice)


And gentlemen in England now a-bed shall think themselves accursed they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap whiles perusing a jazz mag. - (Henry the Filth)


I would my horse had the speed of your tongue, and thy trousers the blessings of my horse. - (Much Ado About Stuffing)


Let us sit upon the ground and tell glad stories of the girth of dings.

How some have been exposed, some lain with whores,

Some vaunted for the lengths they have exposed.

Some moistened by their swives, some sleeping filled;

All moither'd. - (The Second Dick)


Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; Lust, on the other hand, grabs you from behind! - (A Midsummer's Wet Dream)


Is this a dagger I see before me, or are you just pleased to see me? - (MacBellend)


Beauty is bought by judgement of the eye, so get 'em out, love. - (Love's Labours Toss'd)


Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, or present a fair maiden with a necklace of pearls? - (Porking for Beginners)


When shall we three meet again? When the hurlyburly's done, when the battle's lost and won, then shall we three meet again at the dogging site, next Tuesday. - (MacBellend)


A whore, a whore, my Kingdom for a whore. - (Richard the Turd)


Once more unto the breeches. - (Henry the Filth)


How can the same shit happen to the same guy twice? - (Henry the Sexth, Part II)


Lay on MacDuff. - (Mrs MacDuff)


Is this a todger I see before me? - (Lady MacBeth)


Oh that this too solid flesh melt, thaw and resolve itself into a dew. - (The Viagra soliloquy)


Out, damned spot. - (Lady MacBeth, whose character originally featured in Two Gentleman of Venerea)


Is this a dagger that I see before me, the handle towards my hand?

But screw your courage to the sticky place.

- I've not heard it called that before.


See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek. Hold on, change that, she’s decided to sit down.


What news on the camel toe? - (Carlo's Old Anus)


Tell me, where's this fancy bed? - (The Temptress)


Heat not a furnace for your foo-foo so hot that it do singe yourself. - (A Midsummer Night's Wet Dream)


All the world's a stage, and all the women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time has had the lot of them. - (As She Likes It)


Doubt thou the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt the money shot. - (Ham-a-lot, Ponce of Denmark)


For which of my big parts didst thou first fall in love with me? - (Much Ado About Something)


Forsooth my lord, she doth present as a high yielder. You doth not get many of them to the pound! - (Carry On Up The Falstaff)



Contributions from and hat tips to: SteveB, Lockjaw, Deskpilot, Midfield Diamond, Chipchase, Beau-Jolly



A photograph showing Chuck 3, Wills 5 and G-Dog 7 in bethroned opulence has reminded all non-royal Brits that, fundamentally, they are worthless, boot-licking scum. Forelock tuggers across the land got a quasi-sexual thrill from the snap as they saw enough King to last the UK until the 22nd century.


By this time, the royals will presumably have transferred their consciousness into heavily armed cybernetic "killer" robots to ensure sufficient servility amongst the remaining population.


That this hasn't happened already is the fault of Meghan Markle claim several hysterical tabloids. They insist that Markle personally held a pillow over the face of Lizzo 2: This time it's personal, until she stopped struggling. In reality Lizzo 2 met Lizzo Truss and simply abandoned hope.


Royal enthusiast Warren Wright said 'Why oh why oh why do people complain about having to choose between heating and eating when the monarchy also faces difficult choices: like which golden carriage to ride in, or whether to apologise for slavery or disown a sweaty paedophile. Charles' magnificence alone warms your heart and fills your stomach. He is your King. Know your place, you filthy, disgusting serfs. Kneel. KNEEL!'


Tory intern Henry Hootington-Hurst added 'We're now allowed to arrest you if you don't like the monarchy. And we definitely will, because voter ID laws, plus a royalist only electorate could keep the Tories in power until the 22nd century as well - one of BoJo's grandchildren as PM.


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