While I’m freezing my peen lips off, Brit Brit is off sunning her possum pits, stoner belly and ham hocks in Mehico, the land where Taco Bell was born (her explanation, not mine). Brit Brit spent the weekend in Cabo with her Cheetolings, Daddy Spears and her manager/clit picker Jason Trawick.
You know, this is probably the first time in history that I suggest a person pay a little visit to a hair braider on the beach. Brit needs to be Bo Derek-ed in a bad way. Seriously, that weave looks like it could be used to make some low-grade sushi they sell at Food 4 Less. Homegirl better fumigate that mop of seaweed before she goes through customs, or they will throw her ass in quarantine for the next 6-months. Hmm. That might not be so bad, though. Maybe she’ll run into her old dog friend London there.