Prince Harry put the crown jewels on display in Vegas this weekend … getting BARE ASS NAKED during a game of strip billiards with a room full of friends in his VIP suite. It all went down Friday night during a raging party in a high rollers hotel suite.
We’re told Harry, along with a large entourage, went down to the hotel bar and met a bunch of hot chicks … and invited them up to his VIP suite.
Once in the room, things got WILD … with the group playing a game of strip pool that quickly escalated into full-on royal nudity.
Some of the partiers snapped photos of the madness. In one photo, a fully nude Harry cups his genitals while a seemingly topless woman stands behind him.
In another photo, a naked Harry is bear-hugging a woman who appears to be completely naked as well.
No word on who the women are … or if they got Harry’s phone number.
A rep for the Royal Family tells us, “We have no comment to make on the photos at this time.”
Oh, Hazza. I just like you more and more. And look, we’ve all been there haven’t we? Okay, maybe not naked in Vegas bear-hugging a naked girl when our friend snapped a photo but still most of us have at least one ’embarrassing naked story’.
In 2010, we were living in a rental house in Brisbane. A house that had a narrow rectangular glass window running lengthways next to the front door. You with me? So, one morning I’m in the shower and I suddenly realise that I’d left my razor in my toiletry bag (which was in the loungeroom).
So I walk through the house naked – as you do when it’s YOUR HOUSE – and realise there is a delivery driver at the front door. And I realise this just as he looks up and sees me. Nekid. He stared at me. I stared at him. And then he ran away silently screaming something probably a bit like “MY EYES ARE BLEEDING!”.
And I calmly went back, finished my shower, got dressed. And then ate my body weight in Double Chocolate Chip ice-cream.
So that was awkward. Although not as awkward as the fact that he was our local courier … so I saw him again two days later. And a week after that. And pretty much every week FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR. I took to opening our front door wearing a wig and doing a French accent.
I’m joking. Okay, not really.
What’s your naked story? When have you been caught with your pants down?