Sometimes I look at rich and influential people, and literally splooge myself over their inherent greatness.
Look at the sword. Look at that ring. Look at those ears. Not only a face a mother could love, but a whole adoring nation, ready to get down on our knees, unzip those royal garters and just go to town on that royal member.
The weight of responsibility, balanced with a diplomat’s wit, grounded by the sheer heft of the royal johnson keeping him firmly tethered to the plight of the working class.
That scrumptuous smile, so coy and yet so understanding, why if he were a duck I would eat him raw
Sometimes I look at rich and influential people, and literally splooge myself over their inherent greatness.
Look at the sword. Look at that ring. Look at those ears. Not only a face a mother could love, but a whole adoring nation, ready to get down on our knees, unzip those royal garters and just go to town on that royal member.
The weight of responsibility, balanced with a diplomat’s wit, grounded by the sheer heft of the royal johnson keeping him firmly tethered to the plight of the working class.
That scrumptuous smile, so coy and yet so understanding, why if he were a duck I would eat him raw
Somebody, give this man a knighthood!
I’ve already bent the knee and received my royal liquid prize, I am not so greedy to demand more
Went from manhood to knighthood