Lindsay Lohan's lawyer recently referred to public johns as "the sacred confines of a ladies'-room stall." He thinks it works like Vegas–what happens there, says there. Tell that to Britney Spears, who allegedly hooked up with the soon-to-be-divorced Ryan Phillippe in the can at Les Deux. The National Enquirer found a source to squeal:
"After several of Ryanís buddies joined them at Britneyís table, Ryan excused himself and went into the nearby menís room,î said the source. ìOn the spur of the moment, Britney followed. Alarmed, Britneyís bodyguards began pounding and screaming on the door. With no response from her, they went ballistic. ìAfter calling out to Britney several more times asking if she was OK, they busted in the door and found Britney and Ryan groping and kissing each other,î said the insider.î
You can't really admonish Britney for doing something like this. She is, after all, primarily noted for hanging out in gas station toilets minus shoes. Intimate encounters in public elimination areas are in her blood. The sight of doo-smeared bowls and the smell of urinal cakes? To Britney, it's akin to two dozen roses and a velvet Tiffany & Co. box.
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