I just thought I'd pass this on: it's Britney's va jay jay, because somehow, in between putting on her shirt-masquerading-as-a-dress and those heinous boots, she "accidentally" forgot to put underwear on. And yes, I made those kick ass smiley faces. I have a duty to protect my readers.
I don't know about you, but when I'm in the middle of an ugly custody battle for my two kids, in which I make my waste-of-life of an ex husband look like a freaking saint, and in which everyone is trying to prove how insane and unstable I am, I like to go outside without underwear and flash my cooter around for the paparazzi to get good shots of. Aaaaand I like to do this about once a week, just to keep things fresh (well... some things fresh...)
Seriously, you couldn't pay me to get in that car. It's probably covered in crabs and herpes and some foreign disease that she picked up on one of her many trips to outer space. Someone needs to scoop her up (with gloves on, people, safety first) and cart her crazy ass (among other body parts) to the loony bin. Your numbers up, Brit Brit! I may have idolized you when I was a young girl and you were dancing around in red latex on Mars, but those days - outside of your head - are over.
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Call me crazy and covered in crabs and cooties...but I'd still hit that.
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