We are a lazy sort by nature, and therefore we welcome the whole celebrity flashing thingie with open arms. And legs. Instead of sitting with pencil thoughtfully tapping against our pursed lips, laboriously trying to mold a thrilling entry about Kate Winslet getting a Golden Globe nomination or Hugh Jackman taking his son to the circus, all we have to do is post some titty shots and our readers are sated. Click "more" and take a pictorial journey through the last 48 hours in the life of Britney Spears. What sort of magical adventures will you encounter after the cut? Hobbits with magic rings? Hunting in the Ozarks with your trusty hounds? Discovering a secret garden in a gloomy English estate? Labia?
"Geez, y'all. People seem to be real riled up about seein' my cooter. They keep tellin' me to wear panties. Maybe if I do, and I show 'em all the time, I'll be respected! Yeah, that's smart! I'm a genie, y'all!"
On Wednesday night, Britney attended a burlesque show (hello and welcome to 2004, may I take your ticket?) and was so inspired by the performers that she seemed to feel the need to show off her own hooter hammock for the crowd:
And she's still got bandana-donning, Rocawear-sporting dudes in her entourage. Fantastic.
Earlier that day, she took a trip to bra and bellytown:
And here's last night's offering to the upskirt gods:
We tire of your lacy antics, Spears. You've rendered us jaded. If you want to shock people now, you're gonna have to don an impenetrable 18-hour grandma bra and a pair of cotton Lovepats up to your chin covered in duckies with umbrellas.
Loads more from the crazy mixed-up files of Mrs. Britney J. Spears at IDLYITW and X17.
Britney gives us even more at MrSkin.com.
