April 3, 2007: Fug It Like Beckham

I couldn't help myself today. My friend C-Saw! recounted a handful of funny Go Fug Yourself moments at dinner. While I tried holding my hands to my ears singing lalalalalalalalala, I found myself on the fashion site later that night.

Fug and Fugs is funny and feeds my Beckham curiosity. I just wanted to skip working and hang out with Heather and Jessica, and, by the way, I so don't believe those are their real names.

Enjoy sample celeb-envy-laden dialogue from the post:

POSH: Don't be a prat.

BECKS: Look, I was getting sick of waiting. It took you two hours to pick your shoes. Who spends two hours picking out shoes to go with pants that don't even SHOW them, Vic?

POSH: Oh, well, fine, if you don't CARE about the details. Although coming from someone who couldn't be arsed to tuck in his shirt before throwing on grandpa's cardigan...

BECKS: Pipe down, Simon Le Bon. I'm not ALLOWED to have closet time while you're still deciding, remember?

POSH: And I expect you're going to blame that hat on me, too, now.

BECKS: It's the only thing I could find that might help me hide.

POSH: Our reality show is going to be bloody brilliant.

The problem is that you want to like him. Alot. And she is just impossible to get behind. And the whole thing just makes no sense. Should we access our inner British upper crust and turn our well-rouged cheeks away from them?