Prince Harry Lets The Crown Jewels Loose In Vegas

Your Prince will come one day, they told us. Your Prince will find you when you least expect it, they told us. If it's true, then why the fuck are we sitting at home while Prince Harry—the hunky misfit of the Royal family—is getting naked and dry humping slutty Las Vegas showgirls in an expensive hotel room?

It's true. We couldn't make this shit up if we tried.

A short week after saving a damsel in distress from the raging powers of the sea gods (literally), Prince Harry hopped a G6 and flew all the way to Vegas for some Grade-A party poon. Little did Prince Harry know, the "what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas" adage only applies to normal folk. You know, people that do not live in Buckingham Palace. If you've ever appeared in a nationally distributed magazine for any reason, it's safe to assume that your Vegas antics are newsworthy enough to make the front page of TMZ.

There's only two photos, but we've already jerked off to them. Twice. They're definitely worth looking at. You can't see the crown jewels, and there's some ladybits lingering in both photos (WHY), but we're already feeling inspired to pitch a spinoff flick to Chi Chi LaRue. Union Jack-Off? The Prince and the Pee-Pee? A Night In Fuckingham Palace?

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