You Americans have denied my fabulousness but I have arrived thanks to my husband's new soccer contract. Tramp-slut-nannies and personal assistants, don't you even think of flashing your silicone at Becks because I'll just shoot out another heir with my magic uterus. The flying saucer hat at the Cruise wedding is just the beginning of my reign. I will take over your planet with my edamame and Diet Coke diet. My asymmetrical haircuts will make you rethink your oh-so fluffy blond weaves. The English accent makes me more powerful than Paris and Britney, not to mention I'm contemplating using my rip-fire brain for Scientology classes. Be afraid: I am richer. I do even less. And I am moving to California, bitches.
Friday, January 12, 2007
An Open Letter from Posh Spice
You Americans have denied my fabulousness but I have arrived thanks to my husband's new soccer contract. Tramp-slut-nannies and personal assistants, don't you even think of flashing your silicone at Becks because I'll just shoot out another heir with my magic uterus. The flying saucer hat at the Cruise wedding is just the beginning of my reign. I will take over your planet with my edamame and Diet Coke diet. My asymmetrical haircuts will make you rethink your oh-so fluffy blond weaves. The English accent makes me more powerful than Paris and Britney, not to mention I'm contemplating using my rip-fire brain for Scientology classes. Be afraid: I am richer. I do even less. And I am moving to California, bitches.
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