GorT has this great idea to go back in time and attend the Royal Wedding, which you read all about, below.
While there, Mandarin says there is something weird about Princess Kate. When did she become a blonde? So we all made fun of him, and did our thing.
During the reception, the photographer says the Royal Family wants a picture of us, so we oblige. Nice picture, eh?
And then this morning, one of Professor Mondos acquaintances writes him and says that the groom in the photo is a guy named Peter Phillips, and that the bride is Autumn Kelly Phillips.
The Czar checked into it. We went to the wrong freaking wedding.
And the Czar for one is terribly embarrassed because he put all this nice name tag that said To Kate and William, and even Puter put ǝʇɐʞ ɹoɟ on his lovingly wrapped Risk game.
So evidently we went back to 2008, using the time machine rather than a dimensional portal because Mandy hates the jet lag he gets from the time difference.
We really dont know what to do. This is very embarrassing. Do we write an apology note? Make no mention of it? Dat Ho, the little idiot, recommended we go back in time to stop ourselves from making the mistake in the first place, but he is a little idiot who is probably even now stealing a legume from the larder.
Божію Поспѣшествующею Милостію Мы, Дима Грозный Императоръ и Самодержецъ Всероссiйскiй, цѣсарь Московскiй. The Czar was born in the steppes of Russia in 1267, and was cheated out of total control of all Russia upon the death of Boris Mikhailovich, who replaced Alexander Yaroslav Nevsky in 1263. However, in 1283, our Czar was passed over due to a clerical error and the rule of all Russia went to his second cousin Daniil (Даниил Александрович), whom Czar still resents. As a half-hearted apology, the Czar was awarded control over Muscovy, inconveniently located 5,000 miles away just outside Chicago. He now spends his time seething about this and writing about other stuff that bothers him.