She's lived with Phillip long enough to know what an inflamed asshole looks like.

Afterwards here is what HRH had to say (FTA):

"Prince Philip and I have been greeted with great warmth and good humour in the true Australian spirit, and I have seen the fortitude, ingenuity and determination of the people of Brisbane..."

Well played, YM.

Ah the new Duke of Bottomshire.

This text is now purple: She's lived with Phillip long enough to know what an inflamed asshole looks like.

Came for this, leaving satisfied.

Also, "willful exposure"? What's the alternative? Granddad forgetting to zip up? Crikey. A bagel ate my dinky.

Arise Sir Loin of Beef, Sir Han of Sirhan....

That funny....if your under fourteen.


If your twenty two its a really damning indictment of your character.

Victims of Sir Cumstance.

Chicken arise, arise chicken, arise!

and she replied... "Oh, hello Charles."

Excellent use of dumbass tag, subby!

Nobody will ever top the 4 asses hanging out of a USCG H3 as she sailed up the Columbia River.

Got cheeky with the Queen Mum, eh?

God attack the queen. Send big dogs after her that bite her bum.

/first thing that came to mind

Arise, Sir Ealis Ticpillow.

(For all you Jefferson Airplane fans..)

didnt I see this in a whose line is it anyway skit?

And don't bother trying to get up, Sir Rebral of Palsy.

From his confession:
"I'd like to drop my trousers to the world
I am a man of means - of slender means"

Was it a fat bottom?

According to the Telegraph article Link (new window) he "allegedly ran for about 50 yards alongside the royal motorcade with an Australian flag wedged between his buttocks, before he was apprehended by police." Now that's commitment.

"And now for something completely different, a man with three buttocks."

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Qtgm5g5Gyo

clintster: [farm3.static.flickr.com image 500x447]

In the name of my most royal majesty, I knight thee. Arise, Sir Loin of Beef! (WHAM!) Arise, Earl of Cloves! (WHAM!) Arise, Duke of Brittingham! (WHAM!) Arise, Baron of Munchhausen! (WHAM) Arise, Essence of Myrrh! (WHAM!) Milk of Magnesia! (WHAM!) Quarter of Ten!

I always loved how the sceptre is all busted up at the end of that.

Link (new window)

I thought that was a traditional Aussie greeting, shortly before being offered a barbecued shrimp and a can of very bad beer that for some reason you just can't stop drinking.


/funnelweb, that's a funny name for a beer
//you're reading the ingredients
///(yeah, it's probably misquoted, at work here)

Arise, Sri Lanka of Dyslexia

TaylorSalad: God attack the queen. Send big dogs after her that bite her bum.

/first thing that came to mind

Let's hang out.

/That is one farking saved Queen.

I would have gone with the asinine tag...

Alarming the Queen is an offence punishable by death!

Toy_Cop: Alarming the Queen is an offence punishable by death!

So they've been killing Prince Harry's girlfriends, especially the cockteasetail waitress?

PlusCestLaMeme: Excellent use of dumbass tag, subby!

Actually no, Subby fails for not using the asinine tag

Attention to derail: Arise, Sri Lanka of Dyslexia

*golf clap*

I_Can't_Believe_it's_not_Boutros: And don't bother trying to get up, Sir Rebral of Palsy.

I had a braingasm.

+Eleventy-million

Arise Duke of Earl
Count of Basie
Duke of Ellington
Earl of Olay

The queen enjoys a good flash. (NSFW)

Let's try this again

The Queen enjoys a good flash. (NSFW)

pesuto: Chicken arise, arise chicken, arise!

Came for this, leaving satisfied.

clintster: [farm3.static.flickr.com image 500x447]

In the name of my most royal majesty, I knight thee. Arise, Sir Loin of Beef! (WHAM!) Arise, Earl of Cloves! (WHAM!) Arise, Duke of Brittingham! (WHAM!) Arise, Baron of Munchhausen! (WHAM) Arise, Essence of Myrrh! (WHAM!) Milk of Magnesia! (WHAM!) Quarter of Ten!

Came for this. Leaving happy.

And Looney.

As a Brisbane resident, I can say nothing represents us better than the biatchy shirtless obviously-underage high school students sitting atop an air conditioning unit having a smoke less than ten metres from the royal motorcade as it passed by.

/went to see the Queen
//waited in the sun for six hours, saw Her Majesty for two seconds
///worth it
////flotilla of catamarans flying the Navy jack, escorting the royal yacht up the river, was cool too
//oddly enough, this year's royal yacht seems to have been a tourist company hire
//Pure Adrenalin doesn't sound like a royal yacht

Please. HRH was fixing lorries in the London Blitz while your grandmother was still learning how to poop in a toilet. If some larrikin tries to drop trou within melee range, they're going to find out what's really in that little handbag of hers. Hint: it's really a bag of holding made specially for her by Stephen Hawking.