When Britney Spears got together with Kevin Federline, I shrugged it off because I know that every girl goes through her ‘bad boy’ stage. I’m not saying that Kevin Federline is bad, in fact, he’s far from it, but he does try to come off hard. K-Fed is more of a misguided, confused, classless, idiot. I’m sorry but a wife beater and a flat brim doesn’t make you gangster.
So as I said, I didn’t think much of it when Britney married him. Then I heard she had gotten pregnant and I started to think maybe this was a more serious relationship than I had anticipated. Wrong. Not even a year after her first child was born she divorces K-Fed and starts hanging out with Paris Hilton, the amateur porn queen. Even then I just assumed she was just trying to have a little fun and maybe even convey a message that single moms can still have fun. I don’t know, maybe not. But that is what it seemed like to me.
Then she starts flashing her cooter all over the place and there are rumors of her having drug abuse problems etc. Where the hell did that come from? Paris Hilton really knows how to ruin lives and it starts by her convincing her friends not to wear underwear in public.
Now Britney goes and pulls this:
Oh my God. Apparently she checked herself into a drug rehab center in Antigua (or some other place like that, I’m sorry I can’t find the exact location), spent a day there, came out, shaved her head, then got a tattoo. I guess one day in drug rehab really does make you cold as ice.
It’s clear that Britney has lost her mind. You have two children. Go home. You shouldn’t be partying until six in the morning with Paris Hilton unless you want to turn up on every porn website on the internet. Something is seriously wrong with this girl and she needs help.