
Remember when she was this hot? Yeah, me neither.
Brit, Brit, Brit. Jesus Christ, is there ANYONE else on the planet who can do something besides Britney Spears? She’s is the tabloid equivalent of a woman fantastic in bed, but stinks at everything else: no matter how bad it gets you still want her around.
Well, I’m skipping the Chinese adoption thing, the fact that her album is now tanking – hard, and her latest upskirt (yawn). My poor brain can only tolerate so much stress. I will note that there are sex lives of some celebs I am curious about. But Britney? Uh, no. She lands somewhere between Zac Efron and Gus Van Zandt…
…and I don’t even know who the FUCK they are!
Anyway – it seems that the newest “scandal” (“Britney scandal”? Talk about redundant.) is her “sex palace” (*gasp*). From that monolith of journalism, The New York Daily News (via The Star):
(Star Magazine) alleges that the plummeting pop star’s Mulholland Drive mansion is equipped with a double-locked, X-rated “Fantasy Room” filled with ticklers, whips and fur-trimmed handcuffs hanging from the metal bedframe. (Please, hold your shudders until the end.)
The second-floor room also features a mirrored ceiling, a glass jar containing spanking paddles and a closet full of kinky outfits, according to an “insider” who stumbled into the den of sin.
“She wears Catholic schoolgirl uniforms, a maid’s uniform and a Cinderella outfit,” claims the mole. The source also contends Brit is so obsessed with Marilyn Monroe that she wants her nose redone to look like the blond model of self-destruction.
As the saying goes: this was where I threw up a little.
Nothing says “fuck me” like a trailer trash hooker dressed up in a schoolgirl uniform. Her beer gut hanging out and wobbling while she tries to sing “Hit Me Baby (One More Time)”.
*HORRRK!*
Shit. It reminds of the time I went to this little “stripclub” which was actually a bar with a pole in the middle of the floor. The bartendress would serve drinks for about 5 minutes then go to the pole, strip, move pathetically, get no tips, and then go back to the bar to serve drinks.
I stopped going there after a couple of years.
(Yeah, there’s also a bit about her house stinking like dog & baby shit; but c’mon – like that’s a fuckin’ surprise.)