Posh Spice Gets a New Rack
March 6th 2008 23:33
Carpenters had a hand in it
The seasoned snob graciously accepted a meat-tray after winning a lottery at her local boozer before downing another pint of piss and chucking up in the lavatory.
"I'm nothing like a Carpenter," she said while standing on the scales and playing with her new rack made from the offcuts of her liposculpture.
It is understood that the seasoned snob was looking so hot a queue of punters had lined up waiting for a chance to grind her.
Her husband, caught playing with his balls on the bus, couldn't stop sneezing.
It is understood he had a spice in his nostril.
"After all the salty delicacies I've given her fiends over the ears, this is how she repays me," he snorted while fiddling with his salt-shaker.
Hunks of meat in boob-tubes on the omnibus responded by offering to get maggotted at the boozer with the spatchcocked spouse.
The seasoned snob, no real oil-painting, has been labelled a fraud by art-dealers.
The art-dealers had tickets on themselves and had to get off.
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