I figure I should just do content on 1990s celebrities because the young youngs are all on social media and they get their news and tit pics from not going to some blog where some asshole pervert makes garbage jokes about vaginas while referencing real life sex stories that even I don’t want to revisit….not that they’d even get that far in the content….they don’t read…they know how to double tap / like/ scroll…it is the A.D.D. generation of self indulgence, self love, narcissism and everyone on a selfie mission for fame…not that I blame them, they are told that being famous and liked makes you a valid member of society, I mean I write this bullshit for no one to read, there’s something pretty fucking weird in that, more weird than a selfie of me at some awesome place doing something awesome with awesome people…
Trying to make sense of humanity, celebrity, fame, Britney Spears, the fact that her parents could sell her out to the world…it’s so dark and twisted and money motivated…
But staring at her ass in a bikini promoting Perfume, because everyone wants to smell like Britney Spears – at least of her pussy – on our dicks after trying to K-Fed her..it worked out so well for him….
Some toxic floral scent that licensed her name, not so much, maybe the B.O., Cheetos, unshowered scent for the fetishists…but not some Private Show perfume…
The promo video’s alright though, she looks hot…I like the Hump the wall, push a lever that turns a red light on…I mean…it’s so Britney…I feel like I am in her medicated puppet mastered mind…make that money girl you got mouths to feed..