Britney Spears, unhappy with the paltry amount of attention she was commanding while encasing her midsection in a bright red strip of faux satin, talked a dancer out of her ultra-classy bikini-as-clubwear outfit. Which Brit wore over her own bra and (maybe?) panties. Because Britney is all about sanitation and would never mingle poon juices with another lady. At least not until she'd bought that lady a couple rounds of Alabama slammers.
We read the following story at Page Six this morning, but as there were no pictures, our mind wandered to daydreaming about kissing David Cassidy while riding a rainbow-striped unicorn on a street paved with clouds. You know, the usual. Anyway, say the Posties:
Mother of the Year Britney Spears didn't let a night of throwing up in Tenjune's bathroom halt her party plans. The tipsy tart was back in action Sunday night, donning a bikini and white busboy coat at One Little West 12th. "She didn't like what she was wearing," said our spy, "so she asked one of the dancers to trade clothes with her." Spears changed out of her tight red dress and returned wearing the bikini under the coat – and proceeded to dance. Reps for Spears did not return calls.
Then we moseyed on over to Faded Youth and saw a bunch of photos capturing the event:
What, you're not into celebrities donning the swimwear of strangers? You're more into bodily fluids? Well, here ya go. What is possibly Britney Spears's vomit (via I Don't Like You in that Way):
That's a very artful display there. Rather than a big pile of Red Bull and vodka-diluted beef tacos Brit gave us a concentrated stream of bile. She was either trying to send the paps a message–perhaps "I'll be dancing in a thong and pasties at Scores tomorrow"–or she was trying to recreate a likeness of unseen baby J.J. to satiate the masses. Good attempt, but she fell short on the dismount.
Britney wears (presumably) her own clothing at MrSkin.com, but not very much of it.
