Britney Spears: It's All Fred Durst's Fault

The world of celebrity hookups moves really fast. We're lucky if we know who they're schtupping this week, so it's really hard to remember their long, long lists of conquests past. (Does anyone remember Man Paris?) So forgive us if in the past six years we've completely forgotten that Fred Durst supposedly dipped his cookie into Britney Spears's nookie. That's (extremely disturbing) news to us. But now that Freddy is a "serious filmmaker" and has a new movie dropping any day now, of course he's talking about the most filmed pussy this side of Porn Valley. Reports MTV:

The story begins in 2003 when Spears tapped Durst to pen songs for her next album. The collaboration then allegedly turned into a romantic fling, with Durst telling fans in a statement that Spears "happens to be a person that I [wouldn't] have thought could make me feel this way."

In the resulting paparazzi firestorm that followed, the exact details of the relationship became muddled. On "TRL," Spears declared not only were they not dating, but that she barely knew the Bizkit frontman. Durst then took to the airwaves, telling Howard Stern that it was "unbelievable about this crap she's saying," and swearing on his child's "blue eyes" that he was telling the truth.

But the alleged Durst/Spears dalliance remains a curious sidenote in both artists' careers. So, six years later, what does Durst make of the situation?

"It just became a fiasco of madness," he told MTV News this week. "[But] I always stay true to my heart and true to everything I did and my intentions, and I am in no way a liar."

The confusion over the affair still remains with Durst, and the rocker points to the episode as one of the first in a long line of erratic episodes for Spears. "I look back on it as very interesting [in terms of] how things have been sort of unraveling for her since," he said. "[But] it is what it is. I can sleep at night knowing I made decisions that I wanted to make. [Still], I'm a supporter. I was then, I guess I am now.

Ah, so it finally comes out. It was all Fred Durst's fault! Here we thought we could blame it all on Federline (we still don't trust him, no matter how many times he takes his favorite children to Disneyland), but it was Durst. But really, give Durst a pair of manpris and plop a Vegas stripper in his lap, could you really tell the difference?