Yup. You guessed it. It is now my turn to talk about my favourite Ginger, Prince Harry, and his beautiful nakedness.
No, no, no. I’m not going to scold him. I’m not going to talk about how he should be ashamed and that he has a country to represent, bla bla bla. I’m going to applaud him.
He is a young, sexy, P.R.I.N.C.E. and he can party in whatever way pleases him!
Before the days of paparazzi, cellphones with cameras, and when people still feared royalty (off with your head), a handsome royal prince was able to gallivant around and have as many sexual escapades as he pleased. Now, being Royal is boring. They have to be perfect at all times because…someone may take a picture. Ugh. Sounds terrible. Really, they should be able to do as they darn well please because, well, they can!
Also, let’s be serious here for a second; he’s the third in line to the thrown, which means he probably won’t become king and thereby doesn’t have the weight of the country on his shoulders anyway, so if he wants to get drunk and naked with hot chicks…why the hell not?
Honestly though, who didn’t go skinny dipping, play strip poker, or just do stupid things when they were young and drunk. That’s the whole point of being young and drunk anyways…making funny mistakes that you can laugh about later (I once walked home with my skirt around my waist because I was ‘too hot’ – sorry mom).
What really infuriates me about this situation is that someone would exploit the prince like this. What he does when he’s fooling about, is no ones business but the lucky people that happen to be there. In fact, I think the one who took pictures and the one ‘talked’ about it should experience some good old fashioned royal torture. Ok. That’s extreme, but they should be strongly reprimanded. He’s royal. He deserves to be treated with respect.
So world, stop judging. We know you’re all just jealous that: a) you’re not a prince, b) you weren’t there, and c) you don’t have hot chicks that want to get naked with you.
Oh, and Harry, if you read this: if I should ever be so lucky to be naked in a room with you, I wouldn’t take pictures (sorry, Mr. Opposite, but he’s on my list).