In a plot twist straight out of a bad horror flick, a dusty clip from Meghan Markle’s pre-royal glow-up era resurfaces, proving once and for all that her “charm offensive” was always more offensive than charming. Spoiler: It involves beer, a balding Irish host, and a facial expression that could curdle the cream in your Irish coffee.Picture this: It’s 2013.
Meghan Markle is still just “that actress from Suits,” not yet the Duchess of Sussex, the Netflix mogul, or the jam-jar entrepreneur whose strawberry spread reportedly tastes like regret. She’s in Ireland, guesting on Xposé – yes, that gloriously low-budget TV show where they interview celebs against a backdrop of suspiciously staged pub vibes, complete with shelves of Guinness bottles that look like they’ve been glued there since the Great Famine.
The host? A perfectly affable chap named Colm Hayes (or as we’ll call him, “The Brave Soul Who Lived”), sporting the kind of wire-rimmed glasses and receding hairline that scream “harmless chat show veteran.” He’s got a microphone, a cheeky grin, and the unenviable task of keeping the energy light. Enter Meghan: all glossy waves, megawatt smile, and that signature black turtleneck that’s one size too snug for the “I’m just a fun girl next door” act.
Everything’s peachy. They’re bantering about her visit, her love for Dublin (spoiler: it’s as authentic as her Montecito farmer’s market photos), and then – BAM! – Colm drops the bomb: “Now, I’m gonna challenge you to a pint off.”
A pint off! Folks, for the uninitiated, this is Irish for “Let’s pretend to chug some stout and laugh about it on camera.” It’s the TV equivalent of arm-wrestling with a feather. Harmless. Flirty. Fun.But oh, sweet Guinness, what happens next? Meghan’s face… morphs. Her jaw juts forward like a tectonic plate shifting toward Armageddon.
Her eyes narrow into laser beams that could melt the froth off a perfectly poured pint. That smile? It stays plastered on, but it’s the grin of a shark who’s just spotted chum. Colm, bless his cotton socks, utters the fateful words with a hesitant chuckle: “Ufff, I don’t want to challenge Meghan ” – wait, no, that’s the X poster’s caption from 2025, but it might as well be Colm’s inner monologue telegraphed straight to the audience.The clip, clocking in at a merciful 10 seconds (though it feels like an eternity in slow-mo), has exploded on X like a keg tapped by Thor himself.
Posted by @RVealingthenarc – a truth-telling warrior whose bio reads like a manifesto against “toxic lies” – it’s racked up over 106,000 views, 1,446 likes, and 95 replies that read like a group therapy session for Meghan skeptics. “That is such a creepy clip. Mrs Dumbarton looks like a demon casting a spell,” tweets one user. Another: “When the jaw juts out one knows she’s ticked.”
And the kicker: “She’s scary, I get chills. Pure evil.”Pure evil? Over a pint challenge? Welcome to the Meghan Markle Experience, where a playful dare becomes a psychological thriller faster than you can say “curtsy controversy.”Let’s dissect this pint-sized panic attack, shall we? Because if 2013 Meghan could turn a Guinness gimmick into a viral villain origin story, imagine what she’s capable of now – with a Netflix deal, a polo-playing prince, and an army of PR wizards on speed dial.
Exhibit A: The Jaw of Judgment
Pause the clip at the 4-second mark. There it is: The Jut. It’s not a subtle tic; it’s a full-on seismic event. Medical experts (okay, fine, armchair psychologists on Reddit) call this the “narcissistic micro-aggression” – a telltale sign of someone who’s been questioned and doesn’t like the vibe. Colm’s innocent challenge? To her, it’s an assault on her untouchable aura. “How dare you imply I can’t out-drink you, peasant?” her eyes scream, while her lips whisper “Sure, let’s do it!” It’s the royal mask slip before there was a mask – or a crown – to slip.
Compare this to, say, Kate Middleton on a similar chat show. If challenged to a tea-tasting duel, she’d giggle, sip daintily, and thank the host for the honor. Meghan? She’s channeling her inner Klingon, ready to conquer the pub quiz single-handedly.
Exhibit B: The Pre-Royal Red Flags
This isn’t isolated footage from the Xposé vaults; it’s a Rosetta Stone for decoding Megxit. Flash back further: That 2013 blog post where she gushes about “feminist” causes while posing in designer duds? Check. The yoga retreats and calligraphy side-hustle that scream “I’m deep, but make it luxe”? Double check. And now, this: a woman who can’t handle a lighthearted booze bet without deploying the Death Stare 3000. It’s like the universe handed us a prequel to “Spare” – Harry’s memoir – but instead of polo mallets, it’s pint glasses.Insiders (whisper networks, mostly) say the Xposé crew still talks about it in hushed tones. “She was lovely… until she wasn’t,” one anonymous producer allegedly spilled to a tabloid that shall not be named. Colm Hayes? He’s reportedly sworn off celebrity challenges altogether, sticking to weather segments and OAP tributes. Coincidence? We think not.
Exhibit C: The 2025 Resurgence – Why Now?
Timing is everything, and this clip dropping like a mic in a silent room on November 16? Chef’s kiss. It’s fresh off the heels of whatever fresh Sussex scandal du jour – maybe that leaked email about her “strawberry empire” crumbling under the weight of bad reviews, or Harry’s latest polo pony plea for privacy. X users aren’t buying the “happy family in Montecito” narrative anymore. As one reply nails it: “Her face tells on her all the time. Something is seriously off.”
The thread devolves into a glorious roast: “Demon casting a spell”? Spot on. “Pure evil”? Hyperbole, but points for flair. And “Megan Markel is a nobody … stop giving her a platform”? Oof, that’s the sound of a truth bomb detonating in her Montecito mailbox.The Theories (Ranked by Pint-Fueled Absurdity)
- The Narcissist’s Pint Plot
Meghan wasn’t mad about the challenge; she was plotting her takeover. That jut? Morse code for “One day, I’ll have my own brewery – and you’ll all bow to my jam.” Fast-forward to Archewell’s “feelings” podcast: Same energy, bottled differently. - Irish Curse Activated
Legend has it, challenging a Markle to a pint summons the Banshee. Colm’s hesitation? He sensed it. The clip’s resurrection? A leprechaun’s revenge for her 2018 Dublin visit where she allegedly ordered a “skinny latte” instead of the black stuff. - Time-Travel Tantrum
2013 Meghan, fresh off a Suits rejection, channels future fury from Frogmore evictions and Oprah tell-alls. The jaw? A warning to 2025 Harry: “Babe, if you spill on the balcony again, it’s divorce papers with a side of stout.” - Guinness as the Real Villain
Okay, wild card: The bottles were possessed. Meghan’s just the medium. Explains why her post-royal ventures (hello, American Riviera Orchard) flop harder than flat beer.
Six years post-royal exit, clips like this keep bubbling up like over-fermented ale, reminding us: Meghan’s not just misunderstood; she’s a masterclass in micro-masks. The Xposé pint-off wasn’t a challenge – it was a prophecy. “Ufff,” indeed.
So, pour yourself a pint (non-alcoholic, for safety), hit play on that clip, and ask: Would you challenge her? We didn’t think so. But hey, if she ever launches “Meghan’s Mask-Slip Ales,” we’ll take two – from a safe distance.Stay thirsty, truth-seekers. And remember: In the game of thrones (or pints), you challenge the narc, you get the glare.
