Elimelech Tiglath-Pileser von Kreutenhausen Ray Jay Johnson.
You can call him Elimelech or you can call him Tiglath-Pileser von Kreutenhausen or you can call him Ray or you can call him Jay or you can call him Ray Jay or you can call him R.J. or you can call him R.J.J., but you doesn’t has to call him Johnson.
Lest you think I have lost my marbles, does anyone remember this guy (0:37)?
Image by Suzanne Plunkett / Reuters
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Showing posts with label the royal baby. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the royal baby. Show all posts
Tuesday, July 23, 2013
Monday, July 22, 2013
Guillermo y Catalina
...as Prince William and his Kate, el duque y la duquesa de Cambridge, are known in Spain, have welcomed this evening a bambino a papoose un niño pequeño, that is, the most darling little boy in the history of the entire world, to hear the folks in the media tell about it. The still-namesless waif weighed in at
8 lbs., 6 oz., and simultaneously made a grandmother out of
the late Princess Diana, a step-grandma out of the Duchess of Cornwall, a grandpa out of the Prince of Wales, and a great-grandmum out of another simple English girl, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. Rumour (note British spelling) has it that another family, Middlebrooke or Middlesex or something, is also peripherally involved.
The hoopla has already begun.
It is being reported that the inhabitants of the British Isles have gone on a huge bender, purchasing three million bottles of champagne for the occasion.
We may not be hearing from Yorkshire Pudding, All Consuming, klahanie, or Elizabeth Stanforth-Sharpe for some time.
And eventually we will learn whether the new little prince is a Carlos, a Felipe, an Arturo, or a Jorge.
8 lbs., 6 oz., and simultaneously made a grandmother out of
the late Princess Diana, a step-grandma out of the Duchess of Cornwall, a grandpa out of the Prince of Wales, and a great-grandmum out of another simple English girl, Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth II. Rumour (note British spelling) has it that another family, Middlebrooke or Middlesex or something, is also peripherally involved.
The hoopla has already begun.
It is being reported that the inhabitants of the British Isles have gone on a huge bender, purchasing three million bottles of champagne for the occasion.
We may not be hearing from Yorkshire Pudding, All Consuming, klahanie, or Elizabeth Stanforth-Sharpe for some time.
And eventually we will learn whether the new little prince is a Carlos, a Felipe, an Arturo, or a Jorge.
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