It’s good to be the king. Or even the heir. Or even the spare. Harry can have the royal tailor make a custom codpiece for the ol’ duke dick, to keep it from getting damaged in a particularly bouncy fox hunt. Tally-ho to his tallywacker!
Here are more tales of Prince Harry’s frozen phallus, which gives new meaning to the phrase “cold cock.” “Hey, I was just minding my business in the arctic when I got cold-cocked. That explains my black eye. Oh, and also my petrified peter.”
I guess the shivering royal ramrod also gives new meaning to the phrase “a stiff dick.”
I wonder: Did Meghan get her tongue stuck to the polar pole, like that kid who licks the pole in A Christmas Story.
Given the new revelations about the Harry Canary, suffice it to say that the ginger prince has now joined yet another club for members only!
Back during WWII, they had special unofficial honors for anyone who survived some sort of wartime ordeal. For example, if you successfully bailed out of your crashing plane, you qualified for the “Caterpillar Club;” and if you were rescued at sea, you were a non-card-carrying member of the “Goldfish Club.” What special designation might they have for Harry’s particular predicament?
Narwhal club?
Icicle club? I Froze My Willy and All I Got Was This Lack of a T-shirt Club? Why Does My Girlfriend Only Want to Fuck During Summer Club?