So tell me what you want what you really really want... Ill tell you what I want; scary, baby, posh, sporty and of course bloody ginger, I want all of you bitches to get the hell out of this hellman's life.
Let me start with scary... I am sick of hearing about you on Jenny Craig. Yes you lost all the weight, yes you look better, but no it has not made my respect for you grow. You may have lost all the weight, but you definately lost my respect. This is one hellman who is no longer scared by "scary" spice.
Baby... for gods sake your a grown women!!!! Pigtails are not cute and to be honest they were never cute, i never let my daughter have pigtails when she was younger because pigtails are only for pigs!
Posh or as i like to call her gold digger. No way would the spice girls been able to earn that much money that she could be the style icon she supposably is. thus she married Mr Beckham, who i think is an absolute dream boat and the perfect catch (similar to myself).
Sporty... Where are you? If anyone knows about her current situation, comment below.
Finally we get to Ginger, who left half way and i must commend you on getting out of that hell hole before the others. Ginger or as i like to call her Ginge the minge, was the biggest myth when she was in that group- whether or not she contributed to the writing of the songs, she definately did contribute to the sound (which was shit house).
I heard along the grape vine that you girls are having a documenatry made about you... well guess what! I won't be coming to see that money waster, ill save my money and go and see 'What to expect when your expecting' or a classic german film.
Thats was Lenny's look on life...
Being Lenny Bingle
NOTE: Bingle is not my last name its Aznavourian.

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