While we're continuing to explore the hotness of the Olympic games athlete, let us not forget the royal-blooded Olympic games hostess with the most-ess, Kate Midldeton, our lustable regal Duchess, who oversaw the running of the Olympic torch through Buckingham Palace just prior to its final rotation in the televised mini-series that was the Opening Ceremony.
While the history of England was depicted so musical theatrically for five hours in that ceremony, it failed to predict the future of England which we personally intend to secure with the impregnation of Kate Middleton, to provide heirs to the Windsor throne, a little assistance for Prince Bill who seems to be losing his hair whilst fumbling at attempts to produce an offspring. We shall have no such trouble, for the sight of the Duchess in blue-blood tight pants has us ready to produce no less than a baker's dozen buns in her delicious oven, right now, behind the bushes of the palace.
Call us, Kate. Reverse the charges, we'll still pick up. Enjoy.