If you’ve been living under a fucking rock, you may have missed the fact that there’s a royal marriage taking place in London right now. Coverage started at one-o-fucking-clock in the morning here in Idaho. Didn’t stop my wife from getting up and wearing her big hat though. AdWeek will no doubt run a piece expressing shock and horror that the royal couple held the wedding too late to make the Friday editions of the National Inquirer, and too early to get fucking breakfast at the sole remaining Conde Nast canteen. Meantime, Loveeerrrrly Kate did a few lines to celebrate. She’s also called off her wedding to the aging rock star wanker. ‘Cos she knows he would be a poor substitute for the aging Ad Prince!
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