Britney Spears is one crazy ho. Didn’t she just pop a baby out of her stomach scar like 3 months ago? Doesn’t it need her tobacco flavored milk in order to live and grow into a tank top wearing backup dancer? I just don’t get it. She came out all hot and classy on Letterman, divorced her trash barrel of a husband and had everything, especially the custody battle lined up to go down perfectly. Then she picked up a skanky best friend, a coke addiction, a bag of dresses from Fashion Bug and her trusty pack of Marlboro Lights and now she is a crazy slut doing stripteases and drinking coke and champagne.
All she had to do was clean up, lay low for a little while and pose with her babies. It’s too easy! You have your whole life to go clubbing – just like you had your whole life to get married and knocked up.
Live and learn Brittles, and seriously get a fucking stylist.