David Beckham is football's top earner. He better, with the way he's pimping himself off to promote even the most ridiculous product (hair gel, becks? are you off your rocker?). Not to mention how his wife (Victoria, to the uninformed. better yet, let's call her Posh Spice) is still worth more than David. With the money they have, Posh and Becks wonder why people are out to rob from them and kidnap their babies (I used to love Brooklyn, until he took the form of a spoiled brat).
Anyway. It was David's birthday last 2May. happy birthday, becks. i continue to love you even though you've become so unbelievably tacky and celebrity-like.
i blame that wife of yours.
oh, before i forget: last year, with the rumors of him having an affair? i don't know how true it was, but i could believe it because the woman was a f*cking deadringer for Posh. (i can see it now: "Honey, I was thinking of you the whole time!")
You can't call it cheating: she reminds me of you
- Gin Blossoms, "Cheatin'"
i now also worship at the feet of Cristiano Ronaldo. Ronny, call me.
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