We're going to make it funky

in honor of Crown Prince Frederik the Sad's birthday with a retrospective of his last few years. You know, the ones since he married Mary the Blooddrinker, so we can see just how happy the chap has been since he met the succubus.

Ladies and Gentlemen, Mr. Lionel Richie.


Well, my friends, the time has come
To raise the roof and have some fun
Throw away the work to be done
Let the music play on
(play on, play on)
Everbody sing, everybody dance

Lose yourself in wild romance
We’re going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along!
We’re going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come onand sing along!
We’re going to party
Karamu, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing along!

All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)
People dancing all in the street
See the rhythm all in their feet
Life is good wild and sweet
Let the music play on
(play on, play on)

Feel it in your heart
And feel it in your soul
Let the music take control
We’re going to party
Liming, fiesta, forever
Come on and sing my song!
All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)

Yeah, once you get started
You can’t sit down
Come join the fun
It’s a merry go round
Everyone’s dancing
Their troubles away
Come join our party
See how we play!
Oh, yes
We’re going to have a party!
All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)
All night long! (all night)
All night long!

Everyone you meet
They’re jamming in the street
All night long1
Yeah, I said, everyone you meet
They’re jamming in the street
All night long!
Yeah, I said, everyone you meet
They’re jamming in the street
All night long!
Feel good! feel good!




and to quote the Always Fab Ab Fab - "I see no point in celebrating the fact that he's lived so BLOODY LONG."

Here comes the bogan!

There she is! Isn't she lovely? Her radiant pale skin almost matching her pale bridal gown, the huge tiara . . . oh wait. The tiara, diamonds and rubies, doesn't go with an ice blue gown. (Not that it matters, Mary yanked it out of the vault as soon as she found out that Marie was getting a bigger (and historic) tiara than her own pitiful little wirework piece.) And oh, that's not the bride!!

That's just the Crown Princess of Denmark attempting to overshadow the bride, Marie Cavallier, as she marries into the royal family. Tsk, tsk, Mary, I know you are a Desperate Bogan and an attention whore, but come on!

Of course, Mary's pathetic attempts failed miserably as Marie proved to be the most radiant royal bride of recent history. Not only did she look happy and was kind to those around her, unlike Her Royal Bitchiness, but she chose a dress that suited her perfectly, suited her delicate frame, and was appropriate to the occasion. Had she not spent way too much time applying Le Self-Tanner, she would have been perfect, but the girl is human, non?

At least Mary didn't go with her first choice:

which she is probably saving for when Joachim and Marie christen their first child. After all, Mary will probably still not be godmother to any royal child, so she's got to get attention somehow! She sure did her best at this wedding, waving on the red carpet like her was her debutante ball, and shooting daggers at little Felix, innocently about to fall asleep right in front of her, probably hoping he would fall on his face and she would have one less "cute royal child" to compare to her own two blank-faced dumplings.

The Ice Queen in Iceland, Freddy Flirts, and STILL ANOTHER FAILED PHOTOSHOT!!!

Damn, Mary is so freaking out about Trine Villemann's book coming out in English - so that all the girls who hate her in Australia (and everywhere else) can finally read it - that she can't even sit properly!

I can imagine, though. While the book was only in Danish she could ignore it - not to mention she couldn't actually understand much of it, other than the words "Mary" and "Donaldson" and, oh yeah, "Frederik".


Just kidding. That was our Mare in Iceland, where later on she dressed in a set of curtains from her guest room and put on way too much makeup. We're talking caked on, girls, and this shapeless crap does absolutely nothing for her masculine shape. I don't know which idiot came up with this, Anja or Mary, but they deserve one between the eyes for this garbage.


And check out what Se og Hor has on their cover - Freddy getting awfully close to another lass. Hmmm. Happy 4th Anniversary, Mary, here's yer li'l husband plantin' one on another filly - yee haw!

And right as I am hitting my deadline, more photos are released for Freddy Pan's (the boy who will never grow up) 40th birthday, in which he is seen looking more pathetic than usual, having his nanny dressing him, and touching Mary in a very weird and completely asexual way.

This has been one wonderful week, y'all!