Stick a fork in me.

Have you heard? Prince William is getting married.

I don't know about you, but I could give a sweet fuck. However, apparently because I am Canadian, the press seems to think I am consumed with a passion to know every single detail of the upcoming nuptials.

I can't get away from it. Wonder what dress she is going to wear, what hat, what shoes. What will she eat for breakfast that morning. It has been going on all month and you can tell now that they are running out of things to speculate about.

I fully expect to turn on the TV today to an investigative report on the possible insects that could irritate the future princess.

Re-fuckin-tarded.