Prince George whimsy [split topic]

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Prince George dissolved entirely in 'an act of simple justice'

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Prince George sent to Workington to layer eel cadavars between gravel strata.

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Prince George 'fed a hill until death'.

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Prince George sarcastically applauded every day by the denizens of Goole.

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Prince George introduced on work experience to a maladjusted car parts goblin.

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Prince George given 15 seconds to draw a passable coelacanth while the spikes close in.

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Prince George sent out into the rain to catch 'whatever it may be'.

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Prince George to attain involuntary telepathy with a palsyman of 'ill-gartered heritage'.

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Prince George pulls back his foreskin to find there is nothing. A void cowering behind a tulpa's mask.

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Prince George at Nisa Today to fulfil errand request for '20 x waffle grids Prince wanker twat cunt'

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Prince George winters in Grave.

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Prince George is commanded to get his cock out on a chain ferry. 'What's that?', shrieks everyone. What. Is. That.

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Prince George deserves "nothing'' say 88% in new ICM poll.

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Prince George is embarrassed by the selection of hand woven vests, pantaloons and cravats stocked in the large lavender scented travelling chest he has been couriered while he slums it in a Sheffield comprehensive to learn about 'the lives of lawless impoverished morally bankrupt human sludge'

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Prince George can't actually pronounce a great deal of words properly, so tries to stick to the 35 or so he has been using to bully his nanny.

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Prince George assembles his henge of fish fingers, immediately kicking the construction to smithereens laughing from the rectum of hell itself as his elderly retainer dashes after the breadcrumbs and shrapnel of obliterated briney cuboids.

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Prince George thought people dying of cancer was 'a laugh' at first, and hasn't seen anything in his resulting years of staunch charity work to dissuade him from that notion.

'Yah so you have cancah then yah? Eoh, so yew are likely to darr then yah? Excellent, glad to hyarh. Next cancah prole please'

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Prince George always finds the time in his busy schedule of public engagements to track down dogs and stamp their eyes out for good.

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Prince George receives a handwritten letter from the palace confirming that he supports Leicester City.

'Fuck are they'

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Prince George gets Sir Steve Redgrave to lie on the ground and stay still while the side parting fox strangling runt-Lord stamps all over him in his duchy himalayan salted caramel bootees.

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Heading north aboard ice breaker Slutsk-Lenina to Novaya Semlya to look at some polar bears for a laugh, the bundled up slug of doom Prince George asks the captain where we are going and why.

"Shut your shit fucked up mould-maw you nothing. Runt. Speck. Atom. Stain. Segment of fucking tract. Vombelch of precum fucking shart. Carnival [removed the usual ableist language]. I'll tell you where we are going. FUCKING HELL. WE ARE GOING TO FUCK YOU IN THE ARSEHOLE OF FUCKING HELL. '

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Prince George is given 8 days to live.

'Look at his face! ', the nurse chuckles. 'Just look at his face'

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Prince George commands another tonne of fawning love letter, gifts and prating gestures of sycophancy that has arrived packaged and sealed with his grandmother's face on to be 'incinerated on sight, in the usual way'

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Prince George is labelled a 'hillock of biliousness', correctly.

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Prince George loses at Ludo and, as is customary, the valet must now saw off his most useful fingers. The screaming has become meditative.

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Prince George is told to go 'over there'.

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Prince George's first speech goes so well he is informed by the Duke of York to 'please shut up and never do anything remotely resembling that again'.

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Prince George enjoys a session ipa and tandoori naan wrap at 'I don't know some pile of shit or other'.

[dissolute ocelot]

Prince George mistaken for cargo port in Nova Scotia, learns to enjoy the constant seamen.

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Prince George given 15 seconds to draw a passable coelacanth while the spikes close in.

Prince George spends infinite time trying to spell coelancath...colenkath...cowlancath

under the watchful eye of a Rebellatrix