I’m more concerned that Harry‘s bare feet are touching a hotel room floor than the fact that he was photographed nude.
I’m more concerned that Prince Harry wore a truly dumb-looking necklace than the fact that he hung out with Ryan Lochte.
But that’s just me.
I have had to fire my sex dreams’ casting director. He was no longer getting it done.
He let this guy into my special dreams
And even him, which is fine other than the fact that it makes me feel like a pathetic loser.
Consider this an open casting call. I’m taking this into my own hands.