First of all, can you believe Posh is even staring at a caramel apple? I would think that Posh would never glance at such deliciousness out of fear that doing so will make her eyeballs fat. Or something. Hmm. Maybe she’s not looking at the apple at all. Maybe she’s jealous of how skinny that wooden stick is. Yeah, that’s probably it.
Anyway, Posh debuted a new haircut at the Lakers game last night. The game was put on hold and everyone in the place spent a few hours analyzing every strand.
Even though Posh’s new haircut is slightly less constipated than the last one, she still looks like she wouldn’t even crack a smile if a flock of flying kittens flew by. That’s the bitch I know. You can take a dozen laxatives to her hair to loosen it up, but Posh’s asshole will stay clenched until the end of time.