Banish that nagging thought, that irritating whisper – Where are the kids? What is she doing?
Let’s pass the weekend, shall we? As I said the other day, give her the rest of this week to get that sh-t outta her system. After 2 years with scum, you can’t fault the girl for wanting to let loose a little bit...temporarily, that is.
Wednesday evening, Britney and her new lapdog hit the town. Have a look at the obsequious Paris, gratefully playing sidekick, eating from the scraps of Britney’s return to tabloid domination, and if the rumours are to be believed, they plan to continue lighting up the town all weekend. Stay tuned.
As for Britney’s full scale wardrobe trash attack – what were you expecting??? Has she ever given any indication, PRE or POST Federline, that she had the makings of the next Cate Blanchett? Would Britney be Britney if she wasn’t low classy?
Stop complaining. Just enjoy it. And focus instead on figuring out their mysterious bond. It might hurt your head but since it’s Friday anyway, think about it: what do you think they talk about???
Given that she willingly married Kevin Federline and was pimped into superstardom by her parents before learning how to spell properly, Britney’s intellectual capabilities likely hover somewhere around Jessica Simpson’s and since we all know Paris Hilton is as dumb as f&ck (thank you Tina Fey), I can’t even imagine the size of the cerebral black hole that undoubtedly opens up in the universe whenever these two get together.
Stranger still…for the first time in my life, I find stupidity intoxicating, especially a double dose of it.
Is it just the Nyquil talking – or have I lost my bitch?
Ps. I used to love wedges. Not so much anymore...funny how Britney Spears can kill the loveliest things, non?