Posh Spice - you SKANK Ho!

Nobody picks on my Kylie-girl and gets away with it! Okay, so in the beginning there was no love in my heart for Kylie Minogue. But, she's a stayer. She's proved herself again and again and her latest disco tunes are my anthems, they are just SUPERB. What does Beckham the Bitch-whore say about Kylie's song "Can't Get You Out of My Head."

"I didn't like it. I'm quite an old-fashioned type of songwriter. I like a song with lyrics, that has a good melody. And I like a song that has a bit of emotion."

Fair enough, but let's put things this way: I don't remember one song from ol' Viccy. Nope, not one of her sungs has ever stuck in my head. Kylie's latest anchored themselves in my brain, mainly because of their steady beats, catchy melodies and sweet lyrics. I actually relate to them, which is more that can be said about anything Victoria Beckham has done.

I am a girl that is into the classics of rock and pop, too, so I wouldn't say any of those things lightly. There was a time when I hated Minogue, but she proved herself with her newer songs and I've really come to love her work. So, this isn't just about taste people, it's about a jealous bitch that's no longer in a highly successful pop group watching an outstanding performer of over ten years do better in the UK that she can. Yep, Kylie rules the UK, and Posh can't fucking stand it. Well Posh, I got four words for ya.

Suck on it hard.

Nacey.
(Never liked the Spice Girls).

Posh Spice - you SKANK Ho!

Nobody picks on my Kylie-girl and gets away with it! Okay, so in the beginning there was no love in my heart for Kylie Minogue. But, she's a stayer. She's proved herself again and again and her latest disco tunes are my anthems, they are just SUPERB. What does Beckham the Bitch-whore say about Kylie's song "Can't Get You Out of My Head."

"I didn't like it. I'm quite an old-fashioned type of songwriter. I like a song with lyrics, that has a good melody. And I like a song that has a bit of emotion."

Fair enough, but let's put things this way: I don't remember one song from ol' Viccy. Nope, not one of her sungs has ever stuck in my head. Kylie's latest anchored themselves in my brain, mainly because of their steady beats, catchy melodies and sweet lyrics. I actually relate to them, which is more that can be said about anything Victoria Beckham has done.

I am a girl that is into the classics of rock and pop, too, so I wouldn't say any of those things lightly. There was a time when I hated Minogue, but she proved herself with her newer songs and I've really come to love her work. So, this isn't just about taste people, it's about a jealous bitch that's no longer in a highly successful pop group watching an outstanding performer of over ten years do better in the UK that she can. Yep, Kylie rules the UK, and Posh can't fucking stand it. Well Posh, I got four words for ya.

Suck on it hard.

Nacey.
(Never liked the Spice Girls).

The Nancy/God Chronicles.

Dear God,
How dare you make me addicted to neopets. You should be whipped. Though, since you're omnipotent, you'd probably just like that, wouldn't you?
Your humble worshipper,
Nancy.

Dear God,
The theme-song to Thomas the Tank Engine totally rocks.
your humble boob buddy,
Nacey.

Dear Nancy,
You got addicted all on your own, so don't bitch to me. And thanks on the theme-song thing, even though it should probably go to some TV executive. Well, I created the executive, didn't I? I'll take the thanks after all.
Your major heavenly deity,
God.
~~~~~

Dear God,
My boobs hang on my chest. I don't like it.
Love,
Nacey.

Dear Nacey,
Well, it's either hangy boobs or zero gravity. Either way, you're fucked.
God.
~~~~~

Dear God,
Why did Victoria Beckham have to be born a bitch?
Nancy.

Nancy,
You have to have someone to rag on with a clear concience.
God.

~~~

Dear God,
What's with the fundies, man?
Nacey.

Nacey,
Don't look at me, they're Satan's doing.
God.
~~~~

Nancy.
(Was honestly surprised Nelly Furtado wasn't black).

The Nancy/God Chronicles.

Dear God,
How dare you make me addicted to neopets. You should be whipped. Though, since you're omnipotent, you'd probably just like that, wouldn't you?
Your humble worshipper,
Nancy.

Dear God,
The theme-song to Thomas the Tank Engine totally rocks.
your humble boob buddy,
Nacey.

Dear Nancy,
You got addicted all on your own, so don't bitch to me. And thanks on the theme-song thing, even though it should probably go to some TV executive. Well, I created the executive, didn't I? I'll take the thanks after all.
Your major heavenly deity,
God.
~~~~~

Dear God,
My boobs hang on my chest. I don't like it.
Love,
Nacey.

Dear Nacey,
Well, it's either hangy boobs or zero gravity. Either way, you're fucked.
God.
~~~~~

Dear God,
Why did Victoria Beckham have to be born a bitch?
Nancy.

Nancy,
You have to have someone to rag on with a clear concience.
God.

~~~

Dear God,
What's with the fundies, man?
Nacey.

Nacey,
Don't look at me, they're Satan's doing.
God.
~~~~

Nancy.
(Was honestly surprised Nelly Furtado wasn't black).