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A French Invasion That's What It Is

Talk about an invasion of privacy. Mind you they've never been that good at invasions the bloody French have they? I for one am furious with them. Not only have they breached the trust and privacy of the British royal family, but if you're going to take topless pictures of one of the Middleton sisters, at least choose the right fucking one! The soft gets. Personally, I feel badly let down and disappointed. They're so small aren't they? Not like the Queen's. She's got massive Ma'ams her Mamjesty, have you seen them? Proper Royal jugs they are. Like a couple of space hoppers that have recently strayed over a bed of nails they are. Without the funny faces drawn on them, obviously. I bet randy old Phil the Greek has had a fair old time playing with those Royal Funbags over the years. In a recent interview with the Daily Sport Gentleman's Almanac Prince Phillip apparently confessed that her Mamjesty and he used to indulge in a bit of S&M bondage, blindfolds, the lot in the old days. But now he just hides her glasses. God bless her.

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