Good old Prince Harry made quite a night of it Saturday, rubbing up against a chick who ain't his girlfriend at a club then chasing a photographer who tried taking his picture as he was sneaking out the back. Ooh, get that guy Harry - thrash him...
Nearly had him Harry. Hope you have more luck shooting innocent civilians in Iraq in a couple of weeks. Those folks are pretty quick - just wait for them to zig, then aim to the right. Lead the target, Harry. Make those Ay-rabs pay for...whatever the hell they supposedly did.
By the way, Natalie Pinkham, the girl he had so much fun with last night, is the same one Harry was famously photographed groping four years ago:
Club-goers last night reported that he and Natalie "were dancing very close and his hands were everywhere." Harry apparently enjoys the feel of fake boobs. The girl he's supposedly going out with, Chelsy Davy, also has them:
Anyway, when Harry got done chasing the photographer, his brain decided it needed a little rest, and didn't tell his body until it was too late.
But, that can happen to anyone. Harry will sleep it off, and everything will be fine. He'll still be young and royal, and women will still want him to grope their surgically-enhanced boobies.
Chin up, Harry. Not too fast though.
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