Rebel Wilson, our favorite comedic powerhouse, is spilling some royal tea in her latest literary escapade, “Rebel Rising”!
In this uproarious tale, Rebel recounts a wild encounter with a member of the British royal family back in 2014. Picture this: a tech billionaire’s bash, a medieval extravaganza just a stone’s throw away from the glitz and glam of Los Angeles. And who’s the host, you ask? None other than a royal who’s somewhere in the queue to the throne, but not quite at the front of the line. We’re talking about a royal who probably has to schedule their tea time around the corgis’ nap schedule.
So, there’s Rebel, strutting into this shindig like the queen of quirk, decked out in a medieval getup that would make King Arthur do a double take. Complete with a cone hat, because fashion. She sets foot on this sprawling estate, and what does she find? Well, let me tell you, it’s a scene straight out of a Renaissance fair on steroids.
You’ve got dudes jousting on horseback like it’s the Middle Ages all over again. Meanwhile, mermaids are making a splash in the pool—because, why not? The whole place is buzzing with energy, and Rebel’s soaking it all in, quite literally in some cases.
But hold onto your goblets, because here’s where it gets juicy. As the night wanes on and the revelry reaches its peak, out comes a dude with a tray piled high with what Rebel assumes is candy. Sweet, right? Wrong! Turns out, it’s not your average confectionery; it’s something a bit more… shall we say, adventurous. Yep, you guessed it—Molly, the party enhancer of choice for those looking to turn up the dial on their medieval merrymaking.
Now, imagine Rebel’s face when she realizes what’s really going on. Orgies, my friends! The kind that would make Henry VIII blush behind his codpiece. Suddenly, that cryptic comment about needing more girls takes on a whole new meaning. It’s not about balancing the gender ratio—it’s about ensuring there are enough participants for the grand ol’ orgy extravaganza!
But fear not, for Rebel is not one to succumb to peer pressure, especially when it involves ditching her dignity faster than a knight fleeing from a dragon. Nope, she’s outta there quicker than you can say “huzzah!” Hiking up her damsel dress like it’s nobody’s business, Rebel makes a beeline for the exit, leaving the orgy enthusiasts to their own devices.
Who knew rubbing elbows with royals could be such a riot? As for Rebel, she’s probably sworn off medieval-themed parties for good—or at least until the next invite rolls in. Medieval molly orgies, anyone?
