aka 45 Years Later
via Fark. We always knew someone would push Milton too far one day. Best slasher trailer since Sleepless in Seattle.
Awwww. Turns out that the rumoured “Britney sex tape” isn’t Britney. Fleshbot has the final word, as well as the actual video, so satisfy your… curiosity yeah, that’s it, curiosity, with this link.
But on the other hand, the hopes and dreams of millions of men who were kinda sorta hoping she’d be better at giving head are preserved.
The Democrats have the House.
The Democrats may take the Senate.
And Britney Spears is a free woman and could, possibly, be really good at giving head.
It’s Springtime in America!
This is simply charming. Perez Hilton, Canuckistan‘s favorite Cuban, has posted this footage of K-Fed on MuchMusic the day before Britney filed the big D on his sorry wigger ass. He spent the entire day with a camera crew clamped to his leg like a shackle, filming some reality show nobody’s ever heard of, this episode of which has just increased in value by a factor of twenty.
If I and the entire magnitude of Canada, gay America, and Gawker Media (some overlap here, admittedly) are not mistaken, the text message he receives over dinner contains the tender “Dear K-Fed, bye y’all” message the world has so long waited for. Watch and judge for yourself.
Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.
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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