David Beckham goes down to breakfast with Posh Spice. She takes one look at him and fawns, "Mmm, David you look great." Not one to miss his cue, Beckham does the necessary: pretty soon, they're getting down to a good old bit of heavy petting on the kitchen table. Posh Spice runs her hands over his body, and whispers, "Mmm, David - you feel great, too." Then she nuzzles up to him and the next thing he knows, she's pulled away from him in disgust. "Yeugh, David you smell absolutely terrible". Poor, sensitive lad that he is, Beckham is a bit perturbed by this revelation. He decides to seek a bit of practical help from his doctor. So off he toddles to the surgery, and says, "Doctor, I think there's something wrong with me. I look great and I feel great, but I smell absolutely terrible." The doc ponders these symptoms, and elects to give Beckham a thorough physical examination. Once he's done this, he nods sagely, and says, "Yes, I think I've found out what's wrong with you, Mr Beckham."
"What is it, Doctor?" pipes up the plucky young pretty-boy. The doc replies, "You're a cunt."