Brit Brit did not get beat beat by the meth-ized version of Sam Merlotte. That’s what one of Brit’s co-conservators tells TMZ. So Brit’s cousins in Louisiana can drop their sewed off shot guns and cancel the lawn mower pilgrimage to California to whoop on Jason Trawick.
Andrew Wallet says that Star’s story is a pot full of deep fried lies with crunchy lies sprinkled on top. Andrew also says that the supposed recording of Brit admitting to her first husband Jason Alexander that Jason Trawick brought the beat down on her is about as real as the cheese in her Easy Mac. Andrew says that Brit is putting her suin’ dress on dropping a lawsuit in Radar and Star’s laps. Brit’s rep also had this to say:
“This is just another example of the irresponsible nature of the tabloid media relying on shoddy sources and false information for the sole purpose of selling magazines, without regard to the truth and without regard to who they hurt in the process. he statements attributed to Jason Alexander are a complete fabrication as Britney has not had any form of communication with Mr. Alexander in years. These irresponsible statements are defamatory and Britney Spears’ legal team will be taking legal action against all of the appropriate parties.”
But Jason Alexander swears on his prized possession (a Jackalope head hanging in his parent’s TV room) that he’s telling the truth and he’s got a passed polygraph test AND a second recording of Brit Brit that proves this. The only thing that shit proves is that Jason really doesn’t want to have to return the moonshine making kit and the bedside gun rack he bought with the money Star gave him. A MESS!
Jason Alexander needs to spend his time doing more important shit like trying to figure out why Jason Trawick’s body looks like my He-Man action figure after I left it in the sun for a couple of weeks that summer.