My ex was abusively immature. See if you don’t think this is immature:
While taking a bath, she would barge in and for no reason, sink my boats.
Well really.
I’d prefer not to have the help knocking my Teddies about.
Sack the lot. Bloody Teddy-knockers.
So this is how royal privilege dies, with thunderous laughter.
IDK, the alleged teddy bear thing seems deeply OCD or even autistic, which doesn’t square with the Randy Andy persona.
Sorta like the claims that a germophobic Trump slept with a porn star/stripper.
Andrew needed those teddy bears to lure children.
Prince Freaky is a furry, who’da thunk it.
If a grown man needs this sort of thing as um decor something if off. It’s funny and after you think about it it isn’t. Perhaps part of his overall perversity.
Was he getting tips from Michael Jackson?
Sounds like a pedo mentality with him.
No wonder the Queen continues to occupy the throne.
That’s not obsessive compulsive or anything. 😆
O.M.G.
Can you inagine the Queen sitting Andrew and Harry down at a dainty table. Putting some tea and biscuits in front of them. Taking a sip from a tiny cup. And calmly saying, “My darling boys. You had the greatest privileges an Empire could give two young men. You had your choice of marvelous women from all of its possessions. You were free to do grand and wonderful things for our subjects with your wealth, time, and talents. The people would’ve loved you. You’d probably never have sat on the Throne, true. But granted all those other things, was that so bad? But what I really want to know is...DA HAIL HAPPEN TO YOU TWO? YOU HIT YOUR HEADS OR SOMETHING???”
One teddy bear souvenir for each little girl Epstein fixed him up with? Must be kept in the order they happened?
Is everybody in that family a complete simpleton and boor, or what? At least the rich and dimwitted Bertie Wooster and his friends were polite to the servants.
"Andy? Your show is on!" Damn, that's a brutal title...
I get disturbed when the maid doesn't put Mister Bun back in the right place too. It's where I keep my .45.
Probably has to do with hundreds of years of royal inbreeding. I recall the story of Nicholas Alexanders young boy playing with his collection of army men.
A rat chewed on some of them. The palace guards trapped a bunch of the rats (live) and then they executed them (by hanging iirc) for the boy. With his play army men guarding the rats and watching.