someone has a blabber bouche…

I have to say, I am pesonally getting pretty tired about Britney Spears “gossip” and “drama”. Quite frankly, its BS (hehe I like it… I’m so PUNNY.) Really though, everyone knows and has known for quite some time now that Spears has serious problems and needs medical attention. Of course, some people are a little slow when it comes to figuring these things out, which is OK, I mean, it’s not like Miley is planning on going anywhere with her education anyways, and that though she may be pointing the finger at Brit now, we all know she too will get preggers at a rediculously low age and become the next Hollywood drama-queen. WWDPD?!?* But, enough with the future, let’s talk about the present.

So Britney’s name got the best of her, and the social and emotional pressures, or “Spears”, as I would have it, have finally pierced the deep dark black hole known as BS’ heart, penetrating its squishy air-head retarded-ness just for our viewing pleasure. No, really. Just look at King Kong. You know, nobody really liked him either. They just thought it would be fun to poke fun at him, the poor bastard. In the words of Jack Black, “It was beauty that killed the beast.” (I never was sure if he was referring to the depressed monkey on the screen, or his chest hair with that mind of its own that he had to get waxed for the movie.) In this case, the dramatic, the scandalous, the FAHbulous TABLOIDS and MEDIA played the beauty. Sorry B, you never exactly fit the part of “beauty”, especially in your most recent state of “lets-eat-and-drink-everything-we-see-and-talk-to-ourselves-on-video”.

OK now I’ve had enough of a rant for one day. I don’t wanna breif the effing story today, so look it up, it ain’t that interesting (not as interesting as what Jack Black’s chest hair has to say, anyways).

I’m done now.

*What would Doctor Phil do?!? It seems like hes the resident equivalent to celebrity “medical help”.