Do you think that Posh’s feet weep anymore when they’re stuffed into her stiletto torture devices? I think there’s no more red tears for them to cry, so they have surrendered to her. You can feel their pain. They’re wincing in agony. One day, they’re going to quit that bitch and she’s going to end up on her bony ass. I hope that day is coming soon and there’s dozens of pappies around to document it.
Posh wore her heels fit for Naomi Campbell to dinner with her husband in London last night. Wearing those heels is just asking for a lawsuit. I would purposely run into that twig bitch so that her spiked heels could cut me up. The next time you would see me is on a commercial saying, “Larry. H Parker got me $2.1 million from Posh!”
And what about that bitch’s hair? Why must she insist on looking like a twink bottom from the 90s?