Prince Harry’s got that Jungle Fever.
Grumpy: ‘She’s a female! And all females is poison! They’re full of wicked wiles!’
Bashful: ‘What are wicked wiles?’
Grumpy: ‘I don’t know, but I’m against ’em.’
More that he’s being a Stage Door Johnny.
The English bluebloods seem to have a thing for actresses.
“Prince Harry’s got that Jungle Fever.”
Safe to say that Harry’s been to a few rodeos not to mention a memorable visit to Las Vegas.
In her thirty-odd years, Miss Sparkle may never have been blacker. Unfortunately, what may now increasingly emerge is her “professional” blackness. Her situation may have some similarity to the bliss of a young military recruit until discovering; “you joined us, we didn’t join you”.
I've been afraid to say that. Yes, he does and one day he's going to wake up and realize his mistake. She could be black, white, green or purple but he's got it bad. Unfortunately, he'll wake up too late. What we witnessed this morning was Liz officially announcing the end of the British monarchy. She's old and tired of trying to find a single brain cell within any of the off spring. This is it. The end. Finished. Stick a fork in it. It's done.