There's one good thing about Britney Spears' new perfume. Her face is on all the little stinky ad cards, and people throw them away. And then, one fine morning, I'm throwing away my teabag and I lift the lid on the trashcan, and THERE SHE IS! Britney Spears in the trash, where she belongs.
And it brings a smile to my face.
Good morning, world. :)
And it brings a smile to my face.
Good morning, world. :)
- Current Mood:
cheerful
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If Britney were poor, she'd be just another overly made up bleached blond with a cigarette hanging off her lip yelling, "I can't believe I gave it up to you, Kevin, you bastard!" from the window of her double wide.