Brought to you by Becks’ Facebook page (via Buzzfeed), here’s Posh Beckham making icicles form on the assholes of Lucifer’s minions in hell by actually cracking a slight smile while doing a “ball check” pose in front of her husband’s billboard in NYC. This is some historic shit since we all figured Posh’s mouth was permanently flatlining into bitch mode. Posh can smile! But Posh stopped smiling after a dude parked his car in front of her, got out and tried to stick a quarter in her mouth since she’s as skinny as a damn meter.
And here’s a few hilariously awkward pictures of Posh, Hamish Bowles and Anna Wintour in the subway at the inaugural run of a Union Jack covered car for the GREAT Britain campaign in NYC today. It’s known that Posh would give all five hundred of her kids to get on the cover of American Vogue and Anna Wintour’s acting like she’s not even alive. To be honest, I don’t even know if Posh is alive, because damn it looks like she shares a make-up artist with The Walking Dead. I feel like I’m Haley Joel Osment and she’s one of my ghost visitors. Posh is looking like a Dark Crystal puppet inspired by The Curious Case of Ali Lohan and the Mexican zombie (Zombican?) from the Black Eyed Peas. Somebody get Posh 1/1000th of a Triple Bypass Burger!