A Brit royal finally gets to marry a good looking girl.
Took them... what time is it now...a thousand years...give or take but Harry has a babe.
All the best. The kids will be ugly but that's how Brit kids are supposed to look.
And spineless little twits. Proposed to the woman with his dead mother's engagement ring. Sheesh. That union sure worked out well, eh? And just imagine never getting to own anything. When Charlie popped the question it was with the stipulation of course that the very expensive ring would not really belong to Diana. Crown jewels and all that poppycock pip pip.
Hope this chick at least knows that much.
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