Okay Mrs Cletus-Spears, I gave you the benefit of the doubt, I even liked you better when you went a little off the rails, but now I am done with you! This whole K-Fed affair has now started to make me feel sick. There was a glimmer of hope back there when you sent his car back and threw him out, but now he's back and your all (putting on fake whiny voice),"I want another baby, as soon as possible, I want a little girl this time so she can be as skanky as me, I am gonna teach her not to brush her straw hair and sleep in heavy eye make-up everyday. Oh and a black evening dress and brown cowboy boots will make her the envy of all the other screwed up celebrity kids at the playground"
I've tried and you can't say I haven't. Sitting outside your house in the middle of the night singing your lyrics at Kevin to distract you from your obscene coupling, writing you hundreds of letters trying to make you see the error of your ways. Desperately hoping Hilton's hacker had your phone number. I've done everything I could for you. But now you've gone too far even for the Junkie. We are through Britney Spears, it's over.
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aren't they supposed to arrest people who look like this when they hang out at playgrounds?
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