Sometimes writing for the blog is easy and other times not so much. When I’m having trouble thinking of something to write about I troll link aggregator sites, web sites devoted to listing the most frequently clicked stories on the net, to help get the old writing juices flowing.
For the past few days I haven’t visited one of the damn things without seeing a handful of links for Britney Spears’ sluttly little panty-less escapades. Since splitting up with her husband (I’m embarrassed I even know she was married) she’s had no less than four sets of photos snapped of her exiting a vehicle in a skirt, wherein her uncovered and overused cooter is clearly displayed.
It’s gotten so bad that ABC News posted a story about her crotch.
Four times is no accident; she wants us to look at that nasty thing. And no, I’m not linking to any pages containing the photos. I’m refusing to link to them for two reasons: 1) That’s what she wants, and I won’t be played by the likes of her trailer-park ass; 2) There’s no way I can tell when you’ve eaten, and I don’t want to be responsible for vomit-caked keyboards.
Oddly enough, Britney’s been with Paris Hilton every time this “accident” occurred. Who knew that sluttiness was catching?
Oh, I kid, I kid.
She was a talentless skanky slut before she started hanging out with Paris.
*NOTE: You may have noticed I called Britney a slut several times in this post. I know you’re wondering why I didn’t call her a whore, and I have a very good reason. Traditionally, a whore gets financially compensated for his or her sexual performances, whereas a slut does the horizontal hokey-pokey for free.