This is how we do it…
Oh dear it seems that our collective hawt Prince, (he really should get a badge that says, ‘forever devoted to all the heathens of the Western world) is back to his shenanigans with reports that our collective hawt aristocratic bixch found himself once again getting trashed and then challenging our new media whore on the horizon Ryan Lochte to a race, which sadly he lost.
dailymail.co.uk: Jumping into the water at 3am still wearing his jeans, Harry joked with Lochte before the U.S. athlete counted to three on his fingers – and the two set off for a breaststroke battle.
Unsurprisingly, Lochte won the contest, and raised his arms in triumph – turning to a good-natured Harry to give the royal a celebratory hug as 5,000 revellers looked on.
Hmm, 5000 revelers looking on? Looks like the Prince and Ryan got their monies worth (at this rate it’s no open secret that these bixches would gladly pay fans to watch their antics).
The good shit followed earlier episode where the Prince was said to be hobnobbing with barely bikini clad vixens earlier in the day that suddenly went into gusto mode the moment the Prince stepped out in his red floral trunks and fedora hat to whisper sweet lust into their ears.
Don’t you wish you were the free Prince of the Western World too? I know I do…