I understand that some girls don’t wear panties. I also understand that wardrobe manfunctions can happen to anyone, thanks to gusts of wind, effusive pets, and the occasional stray doorknob. Furthermore, I understand that anyone who tends to consume vast quantities of fermented spirits and chunky rails of cocaine can occasionally become oblivious to things like the fact that a dress strap has fallen all the way to his or her elbow during a barrage of flashes and shouting from the paparazzi.
Still, I gotta ask: what the fuck is up with Britney? Does she think she’s the new spokemodel for Nair Brazilian Wax? Did K-Fed run off with her last microthong? Doesn’t she notice that the limo has gotten a little drafty? Bitch don’t even try to hide her cho-cha from the photog. Not that she’s really showing off, mind you, but she ain’t trying to cover up, neither. If I didn’t know better, I’d assume that Brittles was a drunk-ass white trash skank or that her handler had fallen asleep at the wheel.
Oh, right.
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