ISSUE 25
June 2nd 2000








H I D E T H E S A U S A G E . . . .
Another week, another Posh Spice story. But this one isn’t just any old cobblers that I’ve made up to fill the page. No, those dark days have gone.

Last Tuesday I went to Manchester to do some ‘under cover ‘ reporting, and the story I’m about to tell you dear readers is going to blow your mind. This is a world exclusive that shock you to the core.

Ready? Glued to your seat? Good well, here we go. Posh Spice is pregnant. Yep. But here’s the catch 22. It’s not David’s! For once his ‘free kick’ missed the target completely and dribbled back out of the box.

So who’s the Father? Well, I’m not gonna tell you straight away. But, lets just say he’s got a massive 15 inch black mambo cock. Ring any ‘bells’? It’s a toss between ‘Old King Cole’ (wink, wink) and ‘It’ll Be All Dwight on the night’ (nudge, nudge). I’m not saying any more till next week. Tune in and all will be revealed.

P.S It definately isn’t that ugly ‘Ginger’ freak Paul Scholes. Who’d want to sleep with him?
Not even Mrs Scholes.

Send the card

BEN.