The One Where he Dutchess Makes A Declaration

I have come to the conclusion that the Royal Family is going to hell in a hand basket.

Oh, alright then.  We definitely are going to hell, and probably NOT in a hand basket, but I'm referring to a figure of speech, assholes.

Maybe this Royal Family has expanded too much.  We all must walk around thinking, well fuck, there are Eleventy Royal Family members, someone else is bound to post.  Fuck it...BEER ME!

Maybe there are too many goddamn kingdoms to take care of.  Everyone must not have time to post because the flying fucking monkeys went on strike, and the palaces are looking like pig sty's.

Maybe we are spread out too far.  All of the running between castles to see who has the best shoes and booze, leaves no time for a goddamn blog post.

Maybe The Royals have way too many other fucking outside commitments and distractions. (I'm looking at you Facebook, Kindle and Netflix!)

I don't really know.  But I do know this...

I DON'T FUCKING LIKE IT.

Where is my Royal Family of yore? 
The Royal Family that entertained me every fucking day. 
The Royal Family that drank, hung out, and argued together on our blogs.
The Royal Family that posted more than once a goddamn blue moon!

I, your Royal Dutchess, is making a Royal Declaration. 

HEAR YEA, HEAR YEA, ROYALS, YOU'D BETTER START BANGING OUT AT LEAST ONE POST A WEEK, OR ELSE I WILL COME TO YOUR PLACE FOR MY NEXT BATHTUB SESSION, AND IT WON'T BE PRETTY.  IT'S TIME TO DO ...AHEM...LANDSCAPING, AND I WILL NOT HESITATE TO USE YOUR FUCKING RAZOR.

Without blogs to read, my on-line shopping is out of control and I spend too much time playing Words with Friends and Family fucking Feud on my iPhone.  Which?  Fuck YOU timer!  Some of us are slow texters.

That is all.