Prince Hot Ginge

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!"

Prince Hot Ginge has already made people explode in anger for calling a Pakistani soldier a "Paki" and also for wearing a Nazi outfit in 2005. Hot Ginge strikes again!

Black British comedian Stephen K. Amos told a little story on the UK TV show The Wright Stuff last night about what Hot Ginge said to him after he performed at Prince Charles' birthday party last year. According to Stephen, after his performance, Hot Ginge said, "You don’t sound like a black chap." Stephen went on to joke, “I wanted to say, ‘How is I supposed to sound?’” Stephen added that he hopes Hot Ginge was just trying to make a laugh.

Did Hot Ginge not get my charbroiled-scented memo?! Bitch is just supposed to stand there looking pretty with his mouth hole closed for that kind of fuckery. Every few minutes he has my permission to jiggle his gingy chesticles while saying, "Michael K has lovely nalgas." That is all he's allowed to say. Everything else is off limits.

And this totally reminds me of an experience I had at the ultra-classy Jack in the Crack drive-thru. After I finished ordering, I drove up to the window and the cashier hag said to me, "Oh. You're a guy. You don't sound like one." Why that fatcuntwhoreslut bitch! If my mouth wasn't foaming from wanting to do dirty things to the Sourdough Jack I just ordered, I would've violently tea-bagged the skank. How dare she! My voice can't help its faggotry ways!

VIA The Sun

Someone close to Chelsy Davy should take her in to get a brain scan immediately, because something is not right up in there. She has quit Prince Hot Ginge. Beat me in the face with a boiled horse dick, because I am at a loss. The News of the World says Chelsy just could no longer "put up with his lifestyle" after 5 years together. This weak ass bitch. I could put up with a dozen Black Mambas biting at my ass if it meant I got to lick on Prince Hot Ginge's royal scepter and jewels. Homegirl really ain't right in the brain area.

A source said that Chelsy broke that shit off last week, "The couple had a lot of fun but the relationship has run its course. They are still on speaking terms but the relationship has ended."

Okay, I know that every time Hot Ginge opens his mouth, douchewater-covered shit nuggets come pouring out, but Chelsy just had to shut him up with her vagina. That's what I would do. Whenever he started to speak, I'd just shove my glazed donut hole in his mouth.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go submit my application video (shot in the bath tub, of course) for a spot in the British Army so I can get close to Hot Ginge. It's my duty as an American who loves ginger Brits. He needs comforting in his time of hurt and sorrow. And by "he" I mean his carrot peen.

Oh, fuck me with a rotten carrot. Prince Hot Ginge has fucked up yet again. A while ago, he thought it would be really highfuckinglarious to wear a Nazi uniform. He got dick slapped for that shit and apologized. Well, this time he got busted saying a few racial slurs on camera. This is so typical. I always get excited in the genitals for royal douchebags. A real ROYAL douchebag this time.

The News of the World put together a very charming video of Hot Ginge while on duty with his army comrades. In it, he calls one of his Asian friends “our little Paki friend." Oh, but he doesn't stop there. In another touching moment, he tells another officer, who is wearing a camouflage veil on his head, “Fuck me, you look like a raghead." Throughout the video, he says shit like "All is good in the Empire." And he also pretends he's on a phone call with the Queen while hanging out in a field in Cyprus with his fellow cadets. He ends the fake call by saying, “Send my love to the corgis. I’ve got to go, got to go, bye. God Save You . . . yeah, that’s great.” The News of the World calls it "mocking" the Queen, but I see it as him just trying to be funny. I mean, douchewater is running through his veins!

It totally grosses me out that I got a tingly feeling in the loins, when another dude asks Hot Ginge if his pubes are ginge. He answers, "Yes." Why oh why did my tongue get all hot when he said that? AND his voice even makes my nipples purr. But what's coming out of his mouth makes them frown. The only words that should ever be allowed to come out of his mouth are: "Make sweeeeet sweeeet sweeeet love to me, Michael K." That's it! All other words are off limits.

Clarence House issued a statement saying "so sowwy" for Prince Hot Ginge's fuckery. They said: "Prince Harry fully understands how offensive this term can be—and is extremely sorry for any offence his words might cause. However, on this occasion three years ago, Prince Harry used the term without any malice and as a nickname about a highly popular member of his platoon There is no question that Prince Harry was in any way seeking to insult his friend. Prince Harry is using the term ‘raghead’ to mean Taliban.”

Below is the video. The News of the World also has some pics of him licking and kissing on another comrade while telling him "I love you." Yes, Ginge. More of this sexy shit and less of that other crap. If I wasn't mad at him, I would want him to lick on me. But he's going to have to make it up to me. Make it up and them make out with me. Ugh. I need to quit that bitch!

I think I need to go and put my no-no in a tub of ice, because it's about to burn off from looking at these pictures of a shirtless Prince Hot Ginge dripping with pure sex while in Mauritius with that prude Chelsy Davy. Why is Chelsy not on that shit like Wino on a crack pipe? If you were at the beach with a shirtless Prince Hot Ginge, your knees would be in the sand and you'd be polishing the royal scepter. Fuck. Prince Hot Ginge would have to get a taser gun to keep me off his lightning rod. Even then, I'd still suck while getting electrocuted. Suck through the pain.

And can you believe Chelsy's just giving him a puny hug like they are first cousins or some shit? For shame! What a damn waste of a hot ginge.

Prince Hot Ginge may really be Prince Hot Auburn. Yeah, I'm not sure how that's going to work for me. Prince Hot Ginge was at a party honoring his daddy's 60th birthday last night when he told John Cleese that he's not really a ginger. Rojo Caliente, use your double dong dildo to cover your eyes, you don't want to read this. The sexiest ginge in the UK doesn't want to be a ginge!

Prince Hot Ginge told John Cleese and some others, "I'm not ginger. I'm auburn, that's what I've been told."

He later confessed to some 14-year-old girl, who won the Diana award for counseling, that maybe he needed her services since everyone always makes fun of his not-ginge hair. The girl's father told the Daily Mail, "When she said she did counseling Harry said maybe he should come to her because he gets bullied about his red hair. When they all laughed he said 'no, I do seriously'. They were only having a joke about it but his army buddies must give him a ribbing for it."

A ribbing? I don't know what that entails, but can I watch? I'll bring the rib sauce and salad dressing.

You know, whatever Prince Hot Ginge Burn happy! Ginger, auburn, he just needs to take off his pants and do the Macarena for me. If he really wants to be sure, I can help him. I might have to get extra close and take his temperature in his peen hole with my tongue, but I guarantee quick and correct results!

Prince Hot Ginge visited the HM Naval Base in Plymouth, England today wearing a uniform I did not sign off on. I don't understand this thing he's wearing. It's so baggy! How is he supposed to serve his country with so many clothes on? It should be tighter and lower cut. Actually, he should lose the top part completely. It will give him more freedom when steering stuff or whatever it is the hell he does.

You know, he might as well be naked. Yeah, that sounds like the best idea. All that fabric is completely unnecessary! And his hotness can blind the enemy.

The boots and the hat can stay, though. He needs the hat to protect his luminous mop of flames.

Prince Hot Ginge is killing me softly. The other day he was photographed in a tux and now he's holding a baby. He's giving me a sign. He's ready to get married and start a family. I'm coooooming Hot Ginge!!!

Just wait one second. In the first thumbnail below, is he telling us how big his carrot stick is? Oh, eff that! That's a deal breaker right there.

Here's Prince Hot Ginge touring University Hospital in Cardiff, Wales.