Ethan Switch - Thursday, April 8, 2004 - 01:55:25 - print it raw
Filling in as the meat of the extra-marital scandal sandwich and starter for the renewed interest in the star couple, Rebecca Loos. Pat Cash, snorting at a band wagon, has chimed in on the whole media affair entangling Posh Spice and David Beckham without nary a thought about where it might be headed.
Not quite sure if he had had sex with Loos, Cash turned into the hesitant weather man citing a possibility of having it off with the former assistant, "I'm 50 per cent sure I did. I wish I could say it was me but I just can't remember."
"They all looked the same after a while," said Cash as he reminisced on his sexual romps in days of yore following the breakdown of his marriage. Suffering a delirious brain meltdown and wallowing in his own filth, insulting other players and providing commentary for all who will listen stand as his current band of head wear.
Though a thought to spotlight the CashHopper Academy might have been his intentions, the outcome, probably not so. Despite all the stains adorning toilet bowls, this has brought the Cash name some time back in the sun curbing fears he'd gone quiet.
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