Could you imagine being Britney's microphone? The constant burps with tobacco/onion ring fumes. You try to scream out for help, but you're off.
There's no one to hear your cries for help.
Could you imagine being Britney's microphone? The constant burps with tobacco/onion ring fumes. You try to scream out for help, but you're off.
There's no one to hear your cries for help.
Could you imagine being Britney's microphone? The constant burps with tobacco/onion ring fumes. You try to scream out for help, but you're off.
There's no one to hear your cries for help.
Britney's only essential "talent" was dancing, but like everything else regarding her, that has diminished.
It's almost like her sagging chest is a metaphor for her sharp decline.
Going from Janet lite to the fat girl that jumps into a dance flash mob to look cool and in the loop, despite knowing none of the steps and sweating 20secs in.
) i cant listen to her 
