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Wouldn't you know I would meet up with Prince Charles in Leicester Square? You wouldn't expect it with his royal upbringing, but that Prince Charles sure does like farm animals. After we knocked back a few pints at the local pub (apparently he's a regular, as they all knew him by name), he invited my back to Buckingham Palace, where we spent the next several hours prank calling the pope. Old John Paul was really pissed off. I think I got excommunicated. By the way, even royal British food tastes terrible. I would suggest against the Yorkshire pudding, which I apparently yakked up all over one of the guards. Against all training, he then threw up himself. I think the Prince fired that schmuck. It's hard to say, but I may have been knighted. More on this when future events become past. |
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