So people think Britney is crazy enough to be committed, but not crazy enough to keep committed and I am okay with that because I don’t really care either way. I am selfish like that. I do know that if she dies I will miss her flashing me but that’s just because my life is pretty boring and looking at celebrity underwear and nipples passes the time, especially when the celebrity is someone I wanted to fuck when she was wholesome and 18, not that I wouldn’t fuck her today, but every time I see her flashing, I think she’s doing it for me and that God answered my prayers, it just took him 10 years to get it done, but he got it done nonetheless and I guess I have no choice to admit that Britney’s demise has made me found Jesus. The real one.

Either way, here is Britney in a luxury car with a pack of smokes and showing off her underwear, some of my favorite things so if that is crazy, then everything I want in life is crazy and maybe I should be the one committed. I guess the fact that I pull out my dick in public while screaming obscenities about being rape before falling to the ground speaking in tongues while convulsing in busy intersections helps my case.

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