The part they leave out of history books about the legacy of the Tudors is the period just before; the great sedan wars. Tudors to the west, fordors to the east, SUV’s from the north and staionwagons to the south. There were great sieges on 12 mile-shire for pink slips and after the battles, the houses would compete further with beer pong and bong hits.
The victor by quantity was deemed “Your Highness” and one that won the trifecta of beer pong and bong hits (quit looking at your two fingers and saying Trifecta? That’s only … um … two? Bong hits and beer pong, if you can count to three afterwards you’ve obviously lost or you’re doing it wrong.) “Your Royal Highness” (or, less common, “you’re royaly fucked up” or “Your majestic stonedness”)
The tudors included many mussels and no small beer and came out victorious, thus ending the sedan wars and concentrating there rancor where it belonged; on the French.
You’re welcome. Nobody wore a helmet.
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