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…if you liked seeing an over-the-hill mother of two badly lip sync and flop around in her bra and panties to a lukewarm single acting like she was high. Because that shit is hot. It’s like, instead of watching porn, you were watching a stabbing victim crawling to the phone to dial 911. You feel like you should help, but you gotta know if they’re going to make it or not. In Britney’s case, she didn’t. I think she drowned in a pool of her own blood.
Also, as you can see, there were no mirrors and no Criss Angel. The only thing to disappear last night was a dozen donuts in Britney’s dressing room and her self-respect. Do those go hand in hand?
On another note, I once again did not get my invite to the MTV VMAs. I really should become a gay blogger with flamboyantly dyed hair. Then again, maybe the invite got lost in the mail. Yea, that’s probably it. Why wouldn’t I be invited? I have nothing but nice things to say and I’m even potty trained. Meaning, my pee goes into the toilet now instead of down the side of my leg. No more awkward moments!
Just for fun I put up a video of Britney Spears at the 2001 VMAs peforming Slave 4 U after the pics. Contrast and compare my friends.