"Who said that? Well, it trapped me a prince, din it? Bitch!"
A little walk down memory lane on the 9th anniversary of one of the most devestating royal miscalculations in modern memory: the day Crown Prince Frederik of Denmark, heir to Europe's longest running monarcy, married Taswegian hillbilly and bogan extraordinaire Mary 'Pony Club' 'Double Nose Job' 'Starmakers Bogan' 'Ute-Shaggin'' Donaldson and introduced, in a grand turn of irony given the lass's Aussie origins, one of the more resistant and persistant narcissistically attacking viruses into the grand tradition of noblesse oblige and droit du seigneur that has been recorded. And Australia still has the noive to restrict what is being imported after such a damaging export was released! Gud Bevare Danmark.
Videos from the Wedding Week: DR
"Hope you don't mind me upstaging you on your big day! I wasn't even trying!"
"What in the HELL did I get talked into?"
"Ay, lassie, four long years and you've nearly got the prize!"
"Focus, Mary! It's yours, babe! Eye on the prize! GRAB IT."
"Let's air out these big boys! How're'ya like them jools, Dais!"
"I hope he doesn't notice my lye-soaked hands and ears!"
"I got it! I got the ring! I'm a princess! I'm officially better'n youse!"
"Keep cool, girl. Celebrate later behind closed doors."
Shame. It looked a bit better on a real girl.
"See you at the reception, Mary!"
"We really don't know what to do with each other do we? That's passive-aggressive love for ya!"
Aw. First fight!
"Let me just spew some lyrics from a Danish pop song and pretend they're what I wrote about you!"