After a recent, boozulous night out, Avril Lavigne could be found in the back of her car, furiously texting:
C MY UND-E'S
Well, yes.
We're not sure what, exactly, has been going on with Avril lately. From the spitting to the finger-giving, it seems like she's desperately trying to prove that, although she is now a grown-ass woman married to a Pekingese dog, she hasn't lost her Sk8r Boi "edge". "Edge" meaning armwarmers from Charlotte Russe at the mall, but still. Avril doesn't know whether she's a housewife or a panty-flashing sauced-out Chi Delt at SeÒor Shooterz. She's not a girl. Not yet a woman.
Cracktabulous! Avril is at MrSkin.com.
