it's 2016, and everything i say henceforth applies from now until the end of britney's life:
flop singles.
flop albums.
zero acclaim.
no respect
embarassing, talentless dancing.
zero live vocals, still lipsyncing to 1990s cds
old, wrinkly
no interviews
no nothing.
the army has literally NOTHING to look forward to from britney every again, except for candids of her getting starbucks. Stanning britney is like stanning for nothing, it's like stanning for air. take a deep breathe, and you will have the equivalent of everything the army will receive from britney from this moment onwards until her death, just a fleeting puff of empty air.
the one old dirty crumpled up receipt from between the couch-cushions they have is that she sold 100 million copies of some forgotten album in the 90s.
