
Yes, peeps, it's a magical night. A night when we're tripping all over ourselves, making fun of a once great (eh) pop-star. What started as a silly gag, is turning into a quite painful lesson that no matter how famous you become, some dude with a camera's going to take your picture when you got sweat coming down your shirt, dripping down to your mommy-lump.
There are far, far too many pictures of her in them pants - [Just Jared]

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Someone needs to tell Brit ... (Below threshold)1. Posted by Taz | April 5, 2006 9:23 AM | Score: 0 (0 votes cast)
Someone needs to tell Brit that the Starbuck's Milkshake she is always inhaling has 600 calories in it and that is why her arms are as thick as her legs once were....oh the day when she was easier on the eyes.
1. Posted by Taz | April 5, 2006 9:23 AM |
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Posted on April 5, 2006 09:23
2. Posted by ken | April 5, 2006 11:16 AM | Score: 0 (0 votes cast)
No, there is just too much *her* in those pants.
As my father used to say, stretch pants don't always have a choice.
2. Posted by ken | April 5, 2006 11:16 AM |
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Posted on April 5, 2006 11:16
3. Posted by Tim | April 6, 2006 3:39 PM | Score: 0 (0 votes cast)
Am I the only one that noticed the illegal aliens with the cell phones?
3. Posted by Tim | April 6, 2006 3:39 PM |
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Posted on April 6, 2006 15:39
4. Posted by Peter F. | April 12, 2006 3:23 PM | Score: 0 (0 votes cast)
Junk...in...the...trunk. Lots of it.
4. Posted by Peter F. | April 12, 2006 3:23 PM |
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Posted on April 12, 2006 15:23