aka 45 Years Later
via Fark. We always knew someone would push Milton too far one day. Best slasher trailer since Sleepless in Seattle.
My good friend engtech has passed along the transcript of the Britney-K-Fed-Ex dumping text message exchange. This top-secret document was no doubt leaked by the very hacker who cracked Paris Hilton‘s sidekick. What would we do without celebrity-obsessed hackers? We’d have to write our own bloody blog content, that’s what, and nobody wants to see that happen.
Here’s a slice of the transcript, available at drivl.com, which has the makings of my new spiritual home, via engtech.
Britney: hey kev, y’all remember when i was hot?
Kevin: po po yeah, i wuz like dayum bitches i hit the jackpot!
Britney: well i just crapped out federline junior #2, and i worked, like, super hard to lose all that weight and y’all haven’t said nothin. i even did a couple of, whatya call ’em, where you sit up a buncha times…anyway, i cut down to eating only three bags of cheetos a day, and that was hard!
Kevin: po po cheetos are off the hook fo sho…
UPDATE: golly, this sure seems to be a popular post. Wonder if anyone will read the rest of our posts about Britney and this notorious video.
Yup, yesterday she lost her claim that the very rumour of the tape’s existence is defamatory (judge’s reasoning: come on people, she’s Britney Spears
Verdict: sure looks like her, in her black-haired phase. This was, therefore, and completely hypothetically, post-impregnation, somewhere around the time of the Harper’s Bazaar cover shot, meaning Britney, if it was Britney, would have been six or more months along. UPDATE: Titania on Gawker notes that her hair was dyed dark for her wedding as well, so this could be from the honeymoon. You can’t tell from this part; you don’t get to see the woman’s body. And you can’t see the guy’s face at all…that’s not where the camera and the woman are focused, if you get my meaning, nudge nudge.
Come one, come all. Or rather, “y’all.”
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This one’s a real eye-ripper, straight from the folks at Fishbowl NY. Blame them, although I think the titles are straight outta CondeNasty.
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