Master satirist Howard Veit has been fisking those evil homos again! (Civility reigns, of course.)

I have to say that while the fag remarks aren't all that original ("dyke clam lappers and fag shit stabbers" I would only rate as "fair") some of the terms in the Prince Charles post are genuinely rich, even delectable:

Does Princypoo in Jolly old Britannia wear the old pearl necklace. get punked in the mouth, bob on the knob, play hide the sauce with the help, swallow the sword, blow the whistle, cop a doodle, deep throat the guys, get his fast food at the Crotch Hotel, get his facials at the Salami Salon, go down for the cream sauce, play hide the sauce with the help, really do some lip service, puff on some tubing, smoke the sausage? Does he?

Does Princypoo do the back door boogie, is he a shit stabber, does he part his cheeks for the guys, bone the bums at the club, take a broom in his bat cave, ram the dam any time he can, chase the brown clown, play a little too much leap frong at school, do the chocolate cha cha with his butt buddies, cruise that old Hershey Highway, play drop the soap a few times a day, go up the chute with the help, get his back door greased, or worship at the brown altar?

(HT to Justin Case, the world's only blogger without a blog.)