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Brains of Beckham

  • 03-03-2003 5:15pm
    #1
    Joriain
    Closed Accounts Posts: 32 ✭


    >David Beckham runs in early from training one afternoon and dashes
    >> > > >>to the bedroom to find Posh spread out on the bed naked,
    >>puffing > > >>and panting. > > >> > > >>Becks asks her suspiciously
    >>"What are you doing?" > > >> > > >>Posh stutters a reply "I'm - er,
    >>er.... I'm having a heart attack" > > >> > > >>"Oh no" he cries in
    >>despair. "I'll call an ambulance". He runs > > >>downstairs, picks
    >>up the phone and begins dialling 999. > > >> > > >>However, he is
    >>stopped in his tracks by a tearful Brooklyn. "What's > > >>the
    >>matter, son?" asks Becks. > > >> > > >>"Uncle Giggsy is in the
    >>wardrobe with no clothes on, daddy"
    >sniffles
    >> > > >>Brooklyn. Infuriated by this, Beckham runs upstairs and
    >>kicks down > > >>the wardrobe door. > > >> > > >>Sure enough, the
    >>carpet-chested Welshman is stood there, starkers. > > >> > > >>"You
    >>wanker Giggsy" screams Becks. "My wife is right over there > >
    >> >>having a bloody heart attack, and you're running around naked >
    >> > >>scaring the **** out of Brooklyn."


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