A man who paid 100,000 pounds for the privilege of hanging with soccer-star David Beckham and his varmint of a wife Posh Spice is suing the cloddish couple for snubbing him. The expensive hob-nobbing session, purchased by nightclub owner Dave West at a celebrity auction benefiting the National Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Children, was to take place at the Beckhams' swanky World Cup party in May, but according to West the Beckhams' staff treated him so rudely that he decided not to attend, and he is now seeking compensation in the form of another 100,000 pound donation by the Beckhams to the NSPCC. The predictable response from the Beckhams' reps: their lawyers are dealing with it.
I had my own run-in with the Beckhams once. It happened when I was over in England for some kind of Bob Geldof thing, you know, save Africa or one of those other crappy continents (my friend Virgil talked me into it; he said Barbra would be there but of course Barbra wasn't there...well, that's a story for another day). Anyway, I'm hanging out in the lobby of this big smelly hotel when all of a sudden there's this huge whoosh of air, and this really pungent crotchy sort of odor, and everybody looks up and says, "Oh my God. It's Posh and Becks." And here comes this scrawny bitch in a cheap dress with her unnaturally huge titties just hanging out all over the place, and this other outrageously handsome guy with these chiseled features and a body from fricking Olympus, and I'm thinking to myself, "God. What a waste," and all of a sudden I make eye-contact with Becks, and I'm telling you, that man wanted to have me right then and there. And I think Posh could sense it too, cause she gave me this look; I swear, if I were a straight man, it would've turned my 'nads to ice. That is one scary woman.
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