Apr 13th, 2006 by Kimberley
so this one time i went to london and while i was there i met the queen of england. she was okay, but a bit stodgy. i kept hoping she’d dish about prince charles and camilla parker whatever her name is, because i just know she thinks that tramp’s an ugly whore who isn’t worthy of her precious seed, but she wouldn’t say a damn thing about it. she did tell me though that she had princess di killed and she wasn’t sorry she did it. of course she was in her cups by then and she swore me to secrecy and i lied and said, oh yes, of course. but this isn’t really telling. cause no one reads this thing and it’s mostly just me talking to the walls. london is dirty and crowded and people drive worse than people in seattle. i frankly don’t see what all the fuss is about. the queen sure knows how to handle a beer bong, though.
Yes, and you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone.
My grandmother-in-law had tea in windsor castle, but they didn’t have any scandle in those days