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David and Victoria Beckham attended the Met's Costume Institute Gala the other night, and, uh… let's just say
………but we can all agree that Gisele did it way better than Posh.
Commenter Allan Stokke disagrees.
Geez, now I feel like a real asshole for shaving when I wore a tux at my brother's wedding.
I bet that that tux is a rental. Men's Warehouse, bitch.
Nah, I'm just kidding. Posh looks great. For a corpse. And I think we all know that corpses can be hot, too. You don't have to buy them dinner or anything.
And everybody thinks I am wierd. At least, I try to get them right before they get there, when it is still warm.
@HHY I do disagree.
And for the record, I would probably "Interview that Vampire"
and by "Interview" I mean bang. And by "that Vampire" I mean Ginger Spice. They're all the same.
"david? hey, it's tom. yeah, are you guys going to this thing tonight? yeah, me too. hey, are you gonna shave? b/c i kinda feel like rocking the scruff tonight, but i dont want to look like a douchebag, you know? you're not shaving either? sweeeeeeeet."
@Allan: I'm not judging you….I would totally fuck Scary Spice.
wow… posh is taking the joan rivers "route" to eternal youth
One thing I love about living in New York is that this type of shit goes on and I have NO FUCKING IDEA.
I got some embalming fluid for ya, corpsey……
I'm with Lt. Winslow. Pay someone to shave you fucking face if your too lazy to do it yourself.
On the weekend at home, its called weekend stubble at a black tie event i call it douche stubble.
Wow. The Mets are a lot more high brown than the Yankees.
"gis? hey, it's posh. yeah, are you guys going to this thing tonight? yeah, me too. hey, are you gonna wax? b/c i kinda feel like rocking the scruff tonight, but i dont want to look like a douchebag, you know? you're not waxing either? sweeeeeeeet."
Does "feeding them brains" count as "buying them dinner"? Because I get the sense that a high-class zombie, particularly one named "Posh" would demand only the highest-quality brains available. No way you'd find her sinking her teeth into Doug Feith's cranium; she'd demand something like a '33 Schrodinger or an '88 Hawking.
Jesus…tell me this is a costume party and she's one of them weird characters from the Charles Schwab commericals.
Wow, who's her cocaine supplier?