Hi, I'm the Queen of Britain, yay!
I just hope the real Queen of Britain doesn't send her hit men after me- unless they're hot, then I won't mind so much ;) but if they're not then I'm leaving the country, flying to mexico, wearing sombreros and eating chillies for the rest of my life, unless they find me and take me to the Queen who will probably be like.
'Why are you stealing my title?!' and I'll just be like. 
'Girl, your gonna croke it any day now and I would be an awesome replacement.' yeah I can see myself getting a lifetime sentence for that. But hey! I heard that orange is the new black so I'll be fine...unless they make black the new pink then I'll just dig a hole- no pun intended and jump right in there- still no pun intended. And goodnight, good morning, good afternoon to people who were bored enough to read this :)