No, Brit Brit and her Cheetolings are not dressed in their mourning black to say goodbye to her freedom. Brit Brit dressed up and got a flea bath for her brother’s New Year’s Wedding! And how long do you think she held a conversation with that giant nutcracker before Daddy Spears had to break the devastating news to her. Brit shouted, “But we unnerstan’ each othah! I was fixin’ ta marry up wif him!”
Well, even if he wasn’t made of wood, they still couldn’t get married without a yes nod from Daddy Spears. Two days ago, court papers were filed making it official that Brit Brit is now under the command of lawyer Andrew Wallet and Daddy Spears for eternity! Or until they decide that if they release her from the leash, she won’t run into the streets with her chonies off and slobbering at the mouth for a Frapp.
A judge made the ruling back in October, but the conservatorship became legally permanent on Monday. Brit agreed with the decision. The order states that Brit Brit isn’t right in the brains just yet, so she is “unable properly to provide for her personal needs for physical health, food, clothing, or shelter.”
OK! says that the main reason to make Daddy Spears Brit Brit’s permanent keeper involved her world tour. Apparently, she couldn’t get insured unless the conservatorship was in place. They were originally going to take the chains off of her on December 31st, but when they found out nobody would insure her possumshit crazy ass, they had to make it permanent.
Don’t fret. Our Lady of Cheetos will karate chop her way through this shit, because she’s a Karate Kid. I just wish she would “wax on” that weave a little bit, because it’s looking a little straw-ey.
And just because I feel like I have to: “HI YALL! Brit Brit here, just wanted to update you all on the size of my vagina. Its about 4 feet wide with razor sharp teeth.”