Britney Spears slipped into a leopard print one-piece bathing suit where she danced like a really skilled professional dancer who spend a lifetime in the dance studio doing dances and not like an awkward aunt at the Christmas party with one too many egg nogs, or a woman in her 40s forced to work the day shift at the strip club because she developed an opiate addiction and she’s got crackhead energy in every awkward step you know she things is high concept and interpretive.

I am of the conspiracy that Britney is dead or this is a body double.

It could be old content before they killed her off or maybe it’s actually Britney in some bunker they don’t let her out of crying for help with this weirdness that includes brushing her teeth, drinking her Fiji water, doing a hand-puppet show or sign language SOS messaging with a titty grab.

Really, it doesn’t matter because her half naked middle aged dance routine is the kind of weird and crazy I get down with…

The captivity or potentially dead makes the jerking off to her dancing more meaningful…and if she’s AI, even better since your girlfriend is too.

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