I know I rarely get serious on here.
But every once in a while something very serious will happen in my life and I can't ignore it.
Like yesterday.
When I found out one of my friend's was severly taken advantage of.
I'm talking about my friend from across the pond, Prince Harry.
I loveeeeeee Prince Harry, and this goes way back.
So help me God if I ever get my hands on that pathetic person who released
those photos of him in Vegas.
How dare she.
First of all, to have the honor of being invited to his room for an after party,
and then to go and disrespect him by stealing his clothes,
snapping photos of him in such a vulnerable state,
and then to share the photos with the press!
Who does that? It's despicable.
"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but I'm Prince Harry,
In exhibit 1: it is clear Harry is trying to protect himself.
There seems to be some naked thing creeping up behind him and he is
obviously shielding himself.
In exhibit 2: He is actually trying to tackle this naked creature as if to say
"Stop! No more!"
Neither of these photos would suggest he is having a good time.
I don't play strip poker. It's not my thing.
But if Prince Harry asked me to party. I'd probably say, sure.
But I would never go sell him out to the press afterward.
The British are our only ally at this point, I wouldn't risk it just for our country's sake.
And because I like Harry, obviously.
I appreciate the fact he's real.
He's like the royal party boy who doesn't care that he looks nothing like his "dad"
but everything like his mum's (RIP) boyfriend...
What has our world come to if even our royals can't party naked anymore
and still feel safe about it?
always. sometimes. never.
On the Royals
I've always wished I was a royal.
And yet, I knowsometimes most times I'd make an awful royal.
I'd never match up to Kate. Then again, who does?
Harry has always been the fun one.
Willy has sometimes seemed a bit dull.
And Charles has never come across as anything but creepy.
On vegas
I've always said I''m not a fan of Vegas.
I realize it's sometimes a good time.
But I've never come away from that city, thinking "man, I can't wait to go back!"
Seriously though, I hate Vegas.
It's always full of the nastiest, money hungry, attention seeking people.
Sometimes you might get lucky and end up at a pool party where Prince Harry and Ryan Lochte are participating in an impromptu swimming race.
But that's never happened to me. And if it did, I'd never sell the photos to the press.
C'mon, I've got more class than that.
On the weekend
Lately, I've felt like I've always been packing a suitcase.
And sometimes that can get a bit tiring...
But never will I complain about packing a suitcase for a weekend that entails being a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding for which she and I go way back.
Lee/Seay wedding weekend here I come!!!
Now grab the button and link up.
But every once in a while something very serious will happen in my life and I can't ignore it.
Like yesterday.
When I found out one of my friend's was severly taken advantage of.
I'm talking about my friend from across the pond, Prince Harry.
I loveeeeeee Prince Harry, and this goes way back.
So help me God if I ever get my hands on that pathetic person who released
those photos of him in Vegas.
How dare she.
First of all, to have the honor of being invited to his room for an after party,
and then to go and disrespect him by stealing his clothes,
snapping photos of him in such a vulnerable state,
and then to share the photos with the press!
Who does that? It's despicable.
"Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but I'm Prince Harry,
strip poker, maybe?"
In exhibit 1: it is clear Harry is trying to protect himself.
There seems to be some naked thing creeping up behind him and he is
obviously shielding himself.
In exhibit 2: He is actually trying to tackle this naked creature as if to say
"Stop! No more!"
Neither of these photos would suggest he is having a good time.
I don't play strip poker. It's not my thing.
But if Prince Harry asked me to party. I'd probably say, sure.
But I would never go sell him out to the press afterward.
The British are our only ally at this point, I wouldn't risk it just for our country's sake.
And because I like Harry, obviously.
I appreciate the fact he's real.
He's like the royal party boy who doesn't care that he looks nothing like his "dad"
but everything like his mum's (RIP) boyfriend...
What has our world come to if even our royals can't party naked anymore
and still feel safe about it?
always. sometimes. never.
On the Royals
I've always wished I was a royal.
And yet, I know
I'd never match up to Kate. Then again, who does?
Harry has always been the fun one.
Willy has sometimes seemed a bit dull.
And Charles has never come across as anything but creepy.
On vegas
I've always said I''m not a fan of Vegas.
I realize it's sometimes a good time.
But I've never come away from that city, thinking "man, I can't wait to go back!"
Seriously though, I hate Vegas.
It's always full of the nastiest, money hungry, attention seeking people.
Sometimes you might get lucky and end up at a pool party where Prince Harry and Ryan Lochte are participating in an impromptu swimming race.
But that's never happened to me. And if it did, I'd never sell the photos to the press.
C'mon, I've got more class than that.
On the weekend
Lately, I've felt like I've always been packing a suitcase.
And sometimes that can get a bit tiring...
But never will I complain about packing a suitcase for a weekend that entails being a bridesmaid in a friend's wedding for which she and I go way back.
Lee/Seay wedding weekend here I come!!!
Now grab the button and link up.
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