1. Kate: "So, I should keep calm and try anal. Excellent advice, thank you."
2. Kate: "Trade places for a day? No, f-ck you!"
3. "... and the Andrew Sullivan huffed some spray paint and loudly proclaimed he was 'the Real Queen of England.' (Sigh)"
4. It was awfully nice of the Royal Family to give Soledad O'Brien a new job; of course, she sucked at that, too.
5. Kate thought her plan to keep Wills from shagging the help was foolproof; sadly, she overlooked the horsemen.
Best of blue
Well now your majesty, If you think Ray Bradbury is the father you better tell Wills now.....
Best of GregMan
ORA: "I told you, we're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to be a sort of executive officer for the week..."
Best of jimmy
Cook: "Well, there's Egg and spam. Egg, bacon, spam, and sausage. Spam, egg, sausage and spam. Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam, spam, and spam. Or--"
Duchess: "Have you got anything without spam in it?"
Cook: "Well, spam, egg, sausage and spam...hasn't got much spam in it..."
Duchess: "I don't want ANY SPAM!"
Best of prince of leaves
"You *ave* figured out they're all lizardoid aliens under them skin-jobs, yeah?" A horrified Kate begins to have second thoughts about her pregnancy.
Best of dadoctah
"Be honest. It's British food, so how good can it be, really?"
Best of Jack Reacher
"TB? Not a problem. I've been a lunger for years now, and I'm still workin' away in the kitchen."
Best of Submariner
'aven't 'ad a steak an' kidney pie is weeks? Well, mum, we 'aven't seen any 'oboes aroun' lately, 'ave we?
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After the cook made the "bun in the oven" joke, Kate had her beheaded
Well now your majesty, If you think Ray Bradbury is the father you better tell Wills now.....
You are over that morning sickness stuff, right, cause I don'ts wants to be having to clean up no royal mess off'n dis floor!
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Explaining Droll British Humor
Oh, I get it, now... "bun in the oven." haha hah
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Advice not likely to be found on MedLine:
Where I grew up, you just squat in the field and push and out it comes.
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Trust me, Princess, couple more months and your little boobs will be so bloated they'll make you Thursday babeworthy... and that Carpe guy will complain.
"If yer holds it like this while yer strokes it yer 'usband will be much 'appier..."
ORA: "I told you, we're an anarcho-syndicalist commune. We take it in turns to be a sort of executive officer for the week..."
Kate almost immediately regretted asking the old woman how she was.
"Yes, Cinderella, you *can* go to the ball with your sisters. But first, you'd better finish making that meatloaf."
Kinda ORA:
Cook: "Well, there's Egg and spam. Egg, bacon, spam, and sausage. Spam, egg, sausage and spam. Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam, spam, and spam. Or--"
Duchess: "Have you got anything without spam in it?"
Cook: "Well, spam, egg, sausage and spam...hasn't got much spam in it..."
{the Duchess throws up in a nearby bin}
Duchess: "I don't want ANY SPAM!"
"I always figured Wills would one day come visit the royal kitchens, sweep me off my feet, and make me his future queen. Too bad he had to settle."
"You *ave* figured out they're all lizardoid aliens under them skin-jobs, yeah?" A horrified Kate begins to have second thoughts about her pregnancy.
"And always remember mi'lady, you always want to wear your gloves when Sir Elton comes over. Oh and don't ever agree to help him find his hamster..."
"Be honest. It's British food, so how good can it be, really?"
"Ye wan' to pu' a dash o' celery in there, and tha' will clean him righ' out!" Kate didn't have the heart to tell the helpful old fairy godmother that she didn't need to worry about that kind of thing anymore.
"One does not simply marry into the royal family!"
"TB? Not a problem. I've been a lunger for years now, and I'm still workin' away in the kitchen."
My dear woman, please don't be offended! I meant "scullery maid" in the nicest possible way. BTW, I love hair doodads... where did you get your blue veil?
WordVerify: ndoniga - result of black on black crime?
'aven't 'ad a steak an' kidney pie is weeks? Well, mum, we 'aven't seen any 'oboes aroun' lately, 'ave we?
Yes, Mum; I'll be 'APPY ta serve Will's fer ya 'til ya get's "back on yer game" after the birth...
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