Prince Hot Ginge

Last January, Chelsy Davy had a temporary case of dumbbitch-itis which caused her to dump Prince Hot Ginge. Well, it seems that Chelsy is clear in the head again, because she's back to getting a dose of the ginge in the morning, noon and night.

The Sun says that Hot Ginge and Chelsy are officially back on after being photographed leaving some bar together over the weekend. Witnesses say that the two acted like they have the tingles for one another, "Harry and Chelsy looked very much like a couple. Harry was a real gentleman, making sure Chelsy was sat in the car before they shot off. They appeared to have quite a low-key night by their standards."

I know I should have a Chelsy Davy voodoo doll in my closet, but I've always liked her ass. Chelsy looks like the kind of bitch who can down a Bud Light in ten seconds flat while jiggling her bits to a Warrant song. My kind. So I hope she clamps onto Harry's ginge stick and doesn't let go. In the wise words of RuPaul: "Don't fuck it up, Chelsy."

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This shit right here really gives me a reason to grab a bottle of peach Schnapps and go back to bed. There's a hateful rumor flying around the internet that a sparkly vampire is in the running to play a piping hot stick of ginge. Why don't they just go all the way and pull out my heart by casting Katherine Hagel or CHERYL BURKE as Prince Hot Ginge? Make it quick.

Last Week, director Peter Kosminsky said he's currently working on a biopic of Prince Hot Ginge's life called The Spare. Peter is in the middle of naming the lucky bitch who will don the ginge to play Prince Harry and RPattz's name has been thrown in the ring. Rupert Grint, the ginge in the Harry Potter movies, has also been mentioned.

Okay, I can almost co-sign Rupert as Prince Harry, because at least he's been naturally blessed with the ginge, but RPATZZ?! Shit don't make sense. I don't think it's possible to dye RPattz's magical forest hair. The unicorns will never ever allow it and the glitter will always shine through. Even if they were able to douse his hair with ginge and wipe that constant "I Haz Fart" look on his face, he's still not the one to play Hot Ginge!

Peter is wasting time with the flavors of the month and he needs to look at the classic ginges of our time like ROJO CALIENTE. Rojo is definitely the one. Rojo is always the one.

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There's good news, and bad news. The good news is that Prince Hot Ginge's life story is coming to the silver screen! The bad news is that it's not a porno starring him. Well, my no-no can't have it all.

The Daily Mail says that director Peter Kosminsky is working on a Prince Harry biopic called The Spare which will start shooting in about a year. Peter said that the movie will start with Hot Ginge's life as a fetus and then follow him all the way until present day. Peter added, "I feel a sense of compassion for the guy. His parents break up in the most spectacularly public way, his mother dies in the most tragic and, again, public way and everything is picked over. He's a man born to no role, the heir and the spare."

Peter says they haven't cast the title role yet, but he isn't opposed to casting an American. That's fine and everything, but Peter should be opposed to casting a non-ginge! You can't duplicate the power of the ginge with a box of hair dye. My suggestions for the role are: Hot Ginge himself, Phoebe Price (it can be her Boys Don't Cry), Carrot Top or Rojo Caliente.

And if whoever Peter casts doesn't singe my pubic hairs or make my nipples burn, then he made the wrong choice!

You know that something is wrong in the world when Prince Hot Ginge has to try to "win back" his ex-girlfriend Chelsy Davy. If Hot Ginge even glanced at me for ten milliseconds, my nipple, peen and mouth holes would immediately suction to his ass! And here he is working at trying to get Chelsy back on his ginge stick. SOME BITCHES HAVE IT ALL!

According to The Daily Telegraph, Hot Ginge and Chelsy have been on several secret dates in London and at his home in Shawbury. One source said, "Harry is still besotted with her and she can't get him out of her head, even though she's been seeing other guys. I don't think they've fully resolved some of the problems between them yet but we all think they'll give it one last shot."

PHG is straight up vaginatized. What is it with Hot Ginge and Chelsy? Does homegirl cum vodka or something? Because that's the only thing I can think of that would keep Hot Ginge coming back for more. And now I'm slapping myself in the head for painting the picture of Prince Hot Ginge snorting vodka out of Chelsy's cooze.

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I really, really am having a hard time concentrating right now. Immediately after my eyeballs gazed upon this picture of utter hotness, my b-lips took over, slapped my hand off the mouse and hit "right click SAVE." It has powers like that. I'm seriously going to sign up for a Photoshop master class at The Mariah Carey School Of Airbrushing just so I can realistically paste my face into this picture. Then I will tattoo the image over every inch of my body, wallpaper my entire apartment with it and even make a hooded cape of it for my dog to wear 24 hours of the day. Do you think Home Depot will make me a copper bath tub faucet of Hot Ginge's head? Of course they will. That is what God intended.

This exquisite work of art is almost perfect by itself, because the dude Prince Hot Ginge is golden showering goes by the name of Nacho Figueras. His name is NACHO!!!!!! Prince Hot Ginge + Nachos = The Heaven above HEAVEN!!!

The rest of these pictures from yesterday's Polo Classic in NYC will also be printed out and put into a dream scrapbook that I will look at every night before I go to bed.

During day two of Prince Hot Ginge's visit to NYC, he dropped in on the Children's Zone of Harlem. PHG singed eyebrows with his charm and caused hearts to stop temporarily with one wink. He also took part in a little game of "Pop the Balloon." Why. Is. He. Teasing. Me. Like. This. ?.

Those are the luckiest balloons in the universe. They all percolated in their cage with excitement when Hot Ginge came around. On the inside they were screaming, "Pick me! Pop me! Sit on me! Rip me to shreds! Destroy me! Give me that hot ginge ass bush!" Although, it kind of looks like he's on the royal throne if I ain't being too subtle. Why am I ruining this for everyone? Forget I said that and just pretend you are the balloon that he just popped. And by "you," I mean me.

You know he didn't even have to touch the balloon. The electricity radiating off his nalgas made it EXPLODE instantly.

Here's Hot Ginge in Harlem this morning and also some pictures of him planting a tree in the British Gardens yesterday afternoon. Look at him stick his big tree into that dirty dirty hole. Look at him take that shovel and just pour dirt all over it. Look at him pat that hole with the shovel. This isn't at all sexy sounding, right? Ugh. I've got the fevah in a bad way. No wonder they won't let me out of the house!

I REPEAT: WE ARE BREATHING THE SAME AIR! Why am I not outside exposing my nipples to the open air?! Because when Prince Hot Ginge speaks, I'm sure little flecks of his gorgeous saliva (it totally is) dance out of his mouth. That means there's a chance they can fly over to my side of the island and land upon my nipples. I can say that Prince Hot Ginge has licked my nips! Technically. That's going on my tombstone....and it's also getting branded into my chest.

Today is the day my no-no has been waiting for. I'm not joking. I'd wake up and my farts would sing "19 more days." Prince Hot Ginge has landed in Manhattan to propose a four-way marriage between himself, Rojo Caliente (no, they aren't the same person smart ass), Mah Boo Anderson Cooper and me!!!!!!! One can have wet dreams during the day, right? Actually, I've already been contacted by the British Secret Service, the FBI and PETHAG (People for Ethical Treatment of Hot Ass Ginges). They ordered me to stay at least 500-yards from Prince Hot Ginge or else. Don't worry, I've got something cooking. Where there's a ginge, there's a way!

In the meantime, take a look at a few pictures of Prince Harry visiting ground zero this morning. It was his first official stop in NYC today. Prince Harry spoke for about 15-minutes to the families of four 9/11 victims and paid his respects before visiting a local firehouse.

Tomorrow, Harry is expected to take part in a charity polo match on Governor's Island. If you happen to be there and notice a walking shrub, DON'T SAY A WORD. I will buy you a ginge-tini later.

Pull out your fire extinguishers and aim it my no-no, because I think it's about to explode. Prince Hot Ginge is cumming on the nape of my neck. Sorry, I'm jumping the ginge. Prince Hot Ginge is coming to AMERICA! Not only America, but New York City! We will be breathing the same air! Does that mean if I stuck my tongue into the NYC air and wriggle it around a bit, it will be like making out Hot Ginge?

The city should be put on high alert now, because a crazed ginge-hongray homo will be running through the streets dry humping anything with a fiery top hoping it's Hot Ginge. That's right. Keep your Pomeranian locked up. I can't be held responsible for my actions.

Prince Hot Ginge will be visiting NYC on official business! On May 30th, he will take part in The Veuve Clicquot Manhattan Polo Classic on Governors Island. The proceeds from the match will go to Hot Ginge's charity for African orphans.

A polo match? That involves horsies, right? QUICK! We don't have much time. Print out one of Sarah Jessica Parker's headshots, cut out the eyes (this is important) and make it into a little mask. Then get me 2 pairs of these shoes. I already have the saddle (DON'T JUDGE). Then I'll have to find a way to slip Prince Hot Ginge's horse a GHB-laced sugar cube. When his horse passes out, I'll be standing there batting my lashes like I'm ready to ride!

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What has become of my beloved Prince Hot Ginge? Is he skankmatized? Why else would he cover up his glorious field of flames in order to party with that busted saffron-colored tramp Chelsy Davy! The Daily Mail says that after 2 beautiful months apart, Chelsy is once again risking third-degree burns by riding Hot Ginge's firerod. Noooooooooooo!!! A

On Friday night, Hot Ginge and Chelsy got gross in front of everyone at a party in South London. What's even more hurtful is that Hot Ginge wore a Kim Zolciak-approved busted wig so that he wouldn't be recognized. And it worked. Some source-type said, "It's a bit of an anything goes sort of place - but the fact that people kept on going up to Chelsy to ask about Harry with him standing right next to her was absolutely hilarious. Unbelievably, though, they just didn't notice him at all."

That's because they were on massive amounts of drugs and the crack bugs fed on their brains. Prince Hot Ginge could cover it up with a Woz and I'd still smell the flames from miles away. I'm shocked the wig didn't explode, because it couldn't contain the ginge. You can't stop the ginge!

As for Chelsy, I'm sure she's a lovely girl who spends her free time nursing orphan puppies, but she's playing with fire! Bitch better keep the fire department on notice, because one day Hot Ginge's Firestarter dick is going to burn her ass! She can't handle it. Only a bitch like me could fuck with that shit. I'm already used to feeling an intense burning sensation in my ass.

It's like that?! I guess it is, because Prince Hot Ginge left Raffles in London last night with a little pink poking out of his pants and his nails covered in some fine, sexy polish. Bitch has got a freaky side! You know he's got a garter, pink thigh-highs and a bustier underneath his normal clothes. No-no popping shit!

Whatever game Prince Hot Ginge wants to play, I've got the dice for. I'll just swing by Vicky's Secret to get him something super pretty and then we can do this. I'll give him a manicure while he gives me a butticure. To quote Adina Howard: "I want a freak in the morning, a freak in the evening!"