People are desperate to give Britney a hard time. And I have defended her on this blog many, many times. But if there's any hope she's not crazy, this one is it:
she wants to get up in Kim Kardashians's tongety-tong-tong. Finally,something she and I agree on (see
here) - something we have in common, a real building block to her coming back from the brink and us starting our life together!!
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Kim is so hideous, so stupid, so vapid that as much as I'd like to, I just can't rock that scenario. Something about Britney I still dig. She's so fucked up I can relate, I suppose.
Love ya - and see you for the Marah XMAS shows!
Sometimes Kim she looks right into ya. Right into your eyes. And, you know, the thing about her... she's got lifeless eyes. Black eyes. Like a doll's eyes. When she comes at ya, doesn't seem to be living... until she bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white and then... ah then you hear that terrible high-pitched screamin'. The bed turns red, and despite all the poundin' and the hollerin', she all come in and...rips you to pieces. You know by the end of that first dawn, lost a hundred men. On Thursday morning, Chief, I bumped into a friend of mine, Herbie Robinson from Cleveland. Baseball player. Boatswain's mate. I thought he was asleep. I reached over to wake him up. Bobbed up, down in the waterbed just like a kinda top. Upended. Well, he'd been bitten in half below the waist...
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