Bayonet Practice With Prince Harry

So, the inbred debutante wants his belated quinceañera held in Abu Ghraib. Well, that sure promises to be one eventful soiree. And if this hapless lass is anything like his pickle-pulling pappy, he'll be getting down and dirty with the combatant of his choice sooner than Prince ChuckleNuts can sign the boy's deferment. Bringing new meaning to the phrase "Comrade-In-Arms" shall be Harry's signature obligation while "Laissez Les Bons Temps Rouler!" is pledged to be the heir to the throne's holier-than-thou war cry. Immediately after blowing his sergeant major's glistening meat-whistle, that is. Jazzed-up buttcake.