I’m Already Sick of the New Royal Baby

In a battle for tard supremacy, men breathlessly awaiting Mayweather-Pacquiao versus women unable to pass their bowels until the next baby is born to the British royal family. This one won’t even become fake ruler of the small cross-dressing remainder of the empire. I wouldn’t judge the British people for their love of their recessive gene royal family, not while Kim Kardashian has forty million social media followers. Even a priest will undock his dick from the altar boy before giving a brimstone sermon on sodomy. Waiting for the anorexic princess and that bald dude to present another child on Pride Rock seems in the least, a very unhealthy transference of accomplishment. You didn’t make the baby. That chick and the guy not shown here who squirted motile semen into the cup did. Go make your own baby. Call her Charlotte after the new royal baby. Buy some Franklin Mint commemoratives. People not yourself only make babies every now and then.

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