Royalty Man's story was not over...not by

Royalty Man's story was not over...not by a long shot. Tried as he had in Jumba Jumba land, media piracy was at an all time high. A Royalty Man watched the Jumbanians steal the

-se awesome photo's of Kate Middleton's nude beach photos. Royalty Man was needed. Middleton had set off the Royalty signal, which was the shape of a private jet with

of the focus on quantity over quality. "The key to an active and joyful amorous life," the Queen began, "is a healthy imagination." Knicker Airlines would have to clean up its act

because 'unhealthy imagination' was its middle name. I accompanied the Queen on the maiden flight of Knicker Airlines to Twatt in the Orkney Isles. As she removed her crown and nib

I was careful to place them on their respective resting cushions after having dusted them thoroughly with Crown-B-Shine. The island of Twatt shone in the sun and the Queen stared

at her aging reflection in the mirror while reminicing about her glory days under bleachers at schools, one of them even her own, with those guys, none of them her own, and she

Wanted to be young Again. Her husband reminded her of how that was not possible unless a time machine was found. Sadly, nobody made them any more, he told her. They wept.

Then she remember that machine they had in the old barn. Her brother had said he was making a time machine when he disappeared one day while working on it. The sheriff blamed Sasqu

-atch for it, but the subsequent x-rays of Sasquatch's stomach contents proved otherwise. Sure, the Lindberg baby was in there, fully grown, but that wasn't the point, was it?