Not So “Pure,” Actually
Oh Britney, Britney, Britney. . .

I drank my body weight in champagne last night, and currently feel like my tongue is wearing a sweater, and after posting this I will go directly back to the very dark bedroom, but I CANNOT let this slide. Why do you do this to yourself? I mean, you realize you look like a cross-dressing linebacker, right? And, as confusing as your fashion choices are, I somehow doubt transvestite-linebacker chic was the look you were going for here.
On a side note, I sincerely hope you didn’t get out of any cars last night. And if you did, you were wearing full-coverage granny panties.
New Years’ Eve, Britney Spears, Las Vegas, Pure Nightclub, Caesar’s Palace



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