SPICE UP YA MUTHA-EFFING LIFE, BITCHEZ!
God, I thought the reunion would NEVER happen. Hahahaha, notice how the other four that AREN'T Posh are all "Ho hum...oh...yay...I guess. Is there food at this event? Wait, I think I see cheese pastries!" But OF COURSE the High Priestess of Poshitivity is looking like she is seconds away from eating your muthafuckin' SOUL and then washing it down with a goblet of chardonnay...with ONE ice cube, thank you very much.
And seriously. Geri, did you not get the "Please pour your tits and ass into the nearest black sausage casing and affix with elaborate corsetry and staple gun, if necessary" memo from Posh?
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
