I really wanted to sit with Queen Elsabeth II, you know, a bucket list of stuff to do, didn’t work out. What reminded me of visiting the Queen was this bunch.
Being on my best behavior , even removing my cover, kissing rings or kneeling, that crap ain’t happening, but seeing her smile, it’s a smile of ” thank God for Chance, so tired of tea and crumpets, what ya bring Chance?”. smoke cheese with venison summer sausage, along with a stanley full of coffee, tea stains my teeth. Just look at her smile 🙂 Of course I wouldn’t say, ” England’s top parasite class” I just got here.
We wouldn’t discuss stupid stuff like cickswithdicks or guyswithtits, important stuff, like keeping your word. Queen, listen-up as I sip coffee, with having so much still do, I finally got around to shipping out more paperwork and documents to my cousin the Mooch, which brings us full circle of keeping one’s word. How different you think the world be if King George V kept his word to his cousin Romanov?
“Chance, why you think he didn’t?”, Queenie, (looking around the Buckingham palace) to preserve the monarchy ( quiet thought parasites). I could see she could read people, as I can watching her smile disappear.
Aww crap, I know she’s thinking if she’s got room in the tower. Queen, I gotta go, keep the remaining venison sausage & cheese as a good will gesture.
I really did want to sit and talk with her, would have a fun time