Still one of my favorite Britney shots of all time. Back in 2004 for Esquire’s 70th Anniversary Issue.
Oh, Oh!!
It’s the last day of Britney Week! I’ll do stuff today to make up for just posting songs for most of the week. Frankly? Britney has been boring even in her crazy lately, homegirl hasn’t given me a ton to work with.
But, when life hands you lemons? Dig up old pictures of Britney being hot and/or crazy or just crazy hot, as we like to remember her, before she became The Cheetoed One, post them, and then go trade the lemons for something delicious, like, bacon.
Epic Prank of the Day: So simple. So evil. So, so funny.
[b3ta.]
{Britney Week} Saturday Jam [The Answer - Britney Spears]
Let’s file this under “Weirdest Things I’ve Seen in a Public Restroom. Ever.”
{Britney Week} Friday Jam [Gimme More (Remix) - Britney Spears]
{Britney Week} Thursday Jam [I’m A Slave 4 U - Britney Spears]
{Britney Week} Wednesday Jam [The Hook Up - Britney Spears]
Can whoever released this please take it back?
I like my perception of celebrities to be completely unrealistic and damn near perfect, thankyouverymuch.
Wondering what this has to do with Britney Week?
Duh.
{Britney Week} Tuesday Jam [Get Naked - Britney Spears (ft. Danja)]
Gotta interrupt Britney Week for a bit of news…
And with that, let’s kick off Britney Week here on SoFloBoJo.com, shall we?
Monday Jam [(You Drive Me) Crazy - Britney Spears]
Because, Britney, you really, really do.
Dear Britney,
You barely did this correctly the first time. The only reason people let it sort of slide is because, damn. Do you know what you used to look like?! Abs for days.
But, you know. You came down with The K-Fed and a severe addiction to Cheetos, and things changed. And by “things” I mean, “your ability to properly dress yourself for your figure or generally to be seen in public.” I just, foolishly, assumed that this was you bottoming out:
Between the offensive weave and being OUTSIDE WHERE PEOPLE CAN SEE YOU not being the same thing as inside your bedroom, I could only hope that someone would step in, shake you gently (ok, violently) and tell you to just stop it. Like, now.
But.
Then there was THIS:
Just. No. No no nononononoidnaodifndsaf. God. No.
Now, you’ve made your comeback and dialed down the crazy. Or, at least the crazy in public. I haven’t seen you in a pink wig for like, months. Progress, right?
Apparently, no:
BRITNEY.
Much like tights are not pants, SHEER SWATHS OF FABRIC OVER BRAS/BATHINGSUITS/BODY SUITS/ANY KIND OF UNDERGARMENT does not a dress make.
It just doesn’t.
Stop trying to make it happen. It won’t. And you are making my eyes hurt.
Love,
The World.
