Oooooh, Brit Brit's In Trouble!

Daddy Spears took out a restraining order against Landing Strip Galib and Sam Lutfi a little while ago, because he claims they were filling his little Cheetoling's head with dirty, sucio, evil shit! They were all back in a Los Angeles court room this morning, because Daddy Spears wants the restraining order to last forever and all-time. That piece of gutter trash Sam is screaming that he's never threatened, drugged, farted on or tried to cause any other kind of harm to Brit Brit and her family. Sam wants the restraining order to end now. Queef...queef...queef... Basically, the lie dingles were falling out of his mouth hole.

The judge extended the restraining order until Wednesday to give time for Daddy Spears to testify. That's exactly what he started to do today. E! reports that Daddy testified the nanny overheard Brit Brit talking to Adnan and Sam really early in the morning on a cell phone. When Brit went to dance practice, her security team found the phone which was a prepaid Nokia. Brit admitted she got it when she was at the Peninsula Hotel one day.

Daddy went on to say that Brit is allowed a cell phone, but can't use it all the time. They monitor that shit. You know she totally has a Firefly! On second thought, bitch has a Barbie Glitter Phone. Brit Brit says everyone on her phone is so nice and is always asking her what she's going to wear to Ken's big party! So fun.

Daddy Spears added that when he found the illegal phone with Sam's number on it, "he felt like a threat. It felt like someone was trying to extort my daughter."

The hearing will continue on Wednesday morning and a judge will determine then if the restraining order will get extended indefinitely.

How is Brit Brit getting caught talking on the phone?! I was a master at that shit when I was a kid and we didn't have cell phones back then. Before my mom went to bed, I'd sneak into her room and unplug her phone. That way if she picked it up in the middle of the night, she wouldn't hear me talking on it. Yeah, she'd investigate, but that would give me time to get rid of the evidence and pretend I was asleep! Then I would crawl into the closet (no comment from the whore gallery) and sound proof that shit with as many pillows as I could get a hold of. Then I'd cover myself in blankets and talk really softly. My ass never got caught!

Now Brit Brit is probably on phone restriction until the end of the summer! And Daddy Spears is pissed, so you better believe he's not going to make her his special cheese grits with VELVEETA anymore.