Tuesday, 18 March 2008
Oh woe is me
What is up with Heather Mills? She got paid 6 thousand pound for every day she was married to Paul. Then she had the gall to whine about the sum of 35 thousand pound awarded to her daughter Beatrice. If she can't live on that amount then I guess she has problems. To say she needs more to pay for the lifestyle she has become accustomed to is hogwash. If there was no marriage to Sir Paul then she wouldn't have had half of what she has got even her daughter. Heather Mills is the epitome of a true gold digger. She wasn't stupid and knew full well should the marriage to Sir Paul fall apart then her bank balance would swell as much as her head has done. Most of the money of Paul's estate was earned way before Heather entered his life so is beyond decency that she can claim such a large chunk of it. The daughter would always have been well provided for. Proven that this woman has no control over her actions when in court she threw a glass of water over Paul's attorney. Nice way to treat someone when just awarded almost $53 million for birthing a child and living with a man she professed to love. Awaits the expected media interviews where another meltdown for sympathy will no doubt occur. She is a prize in herself, a first class bitch.
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Help, I need some money,
Help, not just any money,
Help, you know I need big bucks, help.
When I was younger, forty years before today,
I could write a song for money to get my pay.
But now these days are gone, I got with Heather Mills,
Now I find I’ve changed my mind, my life’s gone to hell.
Help me if you can, my money’s down
And I do appreciate pennies found.
Help me, and search for more on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me?
I loved my wife Linda in oh so many ways,
But then she died, you know, I vanished in a haze.
But then hopped in Heather, it’s Beatles history.
Why I signed no pre-nup’s a mystery.
Help me if you can, my money’s down
And I do appreciate pennies found.
Help me, and search for more on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me?
When I was younger, and I wrote “Yesterday.”
I didn’t realize I would be broke someday.
But “Yesterday” is gone, I’m not even insured,
I paid a thousand times more than did Spitzer.
Help me if you can, my money’s down
And I do appreciate pennies I’ve found.
Help me, and search for more on the ground,
Won’t you please, please help me, help me, help me, oh.
Thanks: Don Surber
http://blogs.dailymail.com/donsurber/2008/03/18/paul-mccartney-parody/
Haha omg that is so funny, well done to the writer and thanks Lordsomber for sharing it here.
Love lordsomber's post. I really don't understand anyone who can go all out for money at any cost....
I agree. Can't believe the woman. I like the parody lordsomber has written here, for Paul is hardly blameless either - he didn't exactly grieve for long over Linda, did he? But who knows what goes on in someone else's marriage?
Yes Welsh I dare say he is no angel in the whole grubby matter. Maybe Heather wears her heart on her sleeve and Paul is just good at putting up a different front in the public eye. I wouldn't like to live with either of them. :-)
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