We haven't typed the name "Britney" in five whole days, which is some sort of new record. Her absence has not gone unnoticed, but we were too busy gently tracing the outline of Lindsay Lohan's naked, speckled snoobs with a trembling, outstretched finger to care much. Besides, an invisible Britney is a mentally sound Britney. But yesterday, perhaps smarting from all the attention paid to Loho, Britney demurely exited a car on her way to a sushi bar, and dished out a smooth slice of her own hole-y mackerel. Yes, we made the sushi/vulva joke yesterday, but that joke's got legs, baby! See what's between Britney's after the semi-NSFW cut.
Nice to see that even involuntarily locked in a psychiatric ward, Britney knows where her priorities lie. And they do not lie with having unmottled hair color, or sound nutrition, or offspring within reach. But waxed cooter? Woe to she who sets foot outside her domicile with even a trace of shadow about the vadge. Well, mound. Technically, that's not a vadge, but whatever. Beggars can't be choosers. And by "beggars", we mean actual beggars, since at this point, the only people longing to peep Britney's crotch bathe only during thunderstorms, have a wicked case of "bindle-shoulder", and carve their own currency.
Britney shows it off at MrSkin.com.
