Lynne Spears Is A Wonderful Mother

September 4, 2008 / Posted by:

Lynne Spears’ book should have been called “This is Why Brit Brit Went to the Loony Bin!” The National Enquirer (via The Daily Mail) got a hold of the book before its September 16th release and published a few of Lynne’s amazing parenting tips. The expectant parents out there should take some notes:

Brit Brit started hitting the bottle at the age of 13. This was right after she joined The Mickey Mouse Club. Lynne said she really didn’t care as long as she was around while Brit drank. Don’t blame Lynne! I bet you Donald Duck gave Brit her first Jack & coke. He’s a drunken mess!

When Brit was 14, she started dating some 18-year-old high school footballer. Lynne encouraged it, because she thought it would make Brit more popular. She even let Brit stay at the dude’s house. Well, the dude ended up taking Brit’s virginity when she was just 14.

Brit went to Los Angeles to record her first album when she was 15. That’s when she started doing drugs. Lynne thought she was going through typical teenage issues.

A year later, Brit was caught with coke and weed while trying to board a private jet. She was 16. Not so typical.

That same year, Brit started boinking Justin Timberlake. Lynne let them to sleep together in Brit’s room. She said she knew they were doing it, but allowed it because Brit was “in love.” In love with the dick!

Lynne writes that she wishes she didn’t allow Brit’s career and life to be controlled by managers. They are the ones who turned her into a sex symbol at such a young age.

In the end, Lynne knows the mistakes she made as a parent. She blames herself for her daughter’s breakdown. A bitch who read the book said: “Lynne’s book does a lot of soul-searching on the mistakes she made raising Britney and Jamie Lynn. She says if she had known helping her daughter Britney follow her dreams would cost her her soul, she would never have done it.

None of this shit is that shocking. Most of us did the same crap. Well, almost. Instead of coke, it was expired painkillers and clove ciggies. Instead of a private jet, it was a park bench. Instead of Justin Timberlake, it was the hot Mormon boy down the street who cried after busting a nut. The big difference is that if my mom knew about my shenanigans, I would’ve been thrown into military school. Which might not have been such a bad thing. Dozens of horny dudes in one place? Maybe I should have told her….

What’s disturbing is the fact that Lynne is telling the whole world about this shit for a quick buck. She’s basically screaming “I’M A SHIT MOM! Now give me $24.99!

Lynne, meet Michael Lohan. Michael, meet Lynne Spears.

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