Okay, in the post below I said that Brit Brit Spears was very busy waving her fallen asleep arm and moving her mouth in rehearsals for her Las Vegas show, but I was obviously wrong. Brit Brit is also spending some of her time oozing pure art onto a blank canvas while wearing what looks like the ace bandage tube top that Hilary Swank wore in Boys Don’t Cry. Brit’s people posted this soothing video on Instagram of her painting I don’t know what (Rainbow cocoons? Deformed leaves? Gerbils in body bags?).
The staff at the Louvre can go ahead and take all of their paintings off of the walls and put that shit in storage indefinitely, because they need to make a whole lot of room for the exquisite works of art from Cheetoangelo!
“Yum! Ah love leftovers!”
It’s been almost three months since Britney Spears (or the team assigned to handle her dating life) called it quits with that dude who looks like a cleaned up version of Mac from It’s Always Sunny in Philadelphia. And now it looks like Las Vegas’ richest karaoke performer is ready to
dive awkwardly fall off a floaty chair back into the dating pool.
TMZ says that Brit Brit’s latest gentleman caller is Harry Morton, a person who was semi-famous during a time in history I like to call The Von Dutch Hat Years. Harry used to date Lindsay Lohan back in 2006. And he maybe did Paris Hilton. He also recently-ish dated Demi Moore. On the plus side, Harry has a job; he owns douchebag mecca Pink Taco and the Viper Room. According to TMZ, Brit Brit and Harry went on a sushi date in Studio City on Friday night (you can see the truly gripping pictures of said date here). No word on whether or not Harry will be Brit Brit’s next contract boyfriend, but he did make it to the first date stage of auditions, so that’s a good sign.
I’m not sure how I feel about Brit Brit and Harry Morton. I know it’s wrong to judge a dick by its cover, but when its been covered by questionable coochie (see: Paris Hilton’s), I get a little skeptical. And really, what do they have in common besides a love of tacos? If only Brit Brit could find a fellow animatronic Vegas icon to date. Is Vegas Vic single?
Here’s the man Jayden James and Sean Preston might soon be calling “Unky Harry” leaving Craig’s restaurant last night.
Seen above wondering if that wet butt burp she just let out is going to leave a mark, Brit Brit Spears has announced that Las Vegas will get 2 more years of her captivating lip-synching skills and amazing armography!
During her show last night, Brit Brit told the audience that she’s doing 2 more years of Piece of Me and will make it rain for Daddy Spears and her empire until 2017. TMZ called Brit Brit the “reigning queen of Las Vegas,” which is bold, because Harvey Levin is going to have to face the glittery wrath of Celine Dion and Elton John the next time he’s there. TMZ called her the current queen of Vegas, because she got a $5 million raise.
Brit’s first 2-year contract was worth $30 million. Her new 2-year contract is worth $35 million and she doesn’t have to do that many performances, so she’s getting paid more per show. Brit also gets a cut of the shit she sells. TMZ thinks that she could end up making more than Celine Dion.
Shouldn’t there be a law in Las Vegas that states that no other performer can make as much as the GREATEST SINGUH IN DUH WURRLD?! The second Britney makes even one penny more than Celine Dion, every piece of faux gold in Las Vegas should turn to ash and every neon bulb should explode. That will be a sad, tragic day.
I already wrote about this, but I went to see Brit’s show a few months ago and even thought it felt like I was watching an elaborate animatronic show, I loved it. That may or may not have had to do with the fact that I was
three sheets a Bed, Bath and Beyond bedding section to the wind. So I say, get every dollar, Brit. She already got the most for doing the least and now she’s getting even more for doing even less. Truly my idol! Hopefully she’ll celebrate by splurging on a toddler pizza instead of a baby pizza.
Former HSOTD, “world pop artist” and the white magic sorceress of style Z La La once again used her wizard powers to bring some much-needed sparkle to the MTV VMAs
red carpet FLOR carpet. Z LaLa was a spectacular glittery flower in the middle of a field of dull weeds.
Z LaLa not only has a stage name like a Teletubby, but last night she looked like a Teletubby after getting stuck while trying to shape-shift into Lady Gaga. Z LaLa was perfection from the tippity top of her cone dildo wig to the bottom hem of her exploding Christmas ribbon dress. Someone needed to show up to that dreadful award show looking like a Conehead witch who works part-time as an emcee in a Cirque du Soleil show and thank god that Z LaLa was that someone.
Z LaLa strikes me as the kind of fashion icon who really commits to her look and goes all the way, so I’m sure the drapes match the carpet. If you lifted her dress, I’m sure you’d find a long cone of pubes hanging off of her crotch. Z LaLa is also pretty brave for wearing a long black dildo wig to an event where Kartrashians will be. I’m sure Z LaLa had security guards who kept the Kartrashians from trying to climb up her body to fuck her wig.
And one of my other favorite looks of the night came from Our Robotic Lady of Cheetos and her suffocating chichis:
Daddy Spears should give a raise to whoever is responsible for doing Brit Brit up like Double Trouble from She-Ra in the uniform she wears to serve cocktails at a 2-star casino in Reno.
And here’s 6,000 pictures from the VMAs carpet. You should just stop clicking when you get to Rebecca Black, because it doesn’t get more A-listery or relevant than her.
Audrey Hepburn, Jackie O, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, Coco Chanel, Katharine Hepburn and Britney Jean Spears are all names that pop up in your brain when you think of the most legendary fashion icons who ever lived. But for some strange reason, all of those ladies, except for Brit Brit, get the recognition they deserve. Well, Daddy Spears finally righted that wrong by buying his little moneymaker the Candie’s Style Icon Award which was presented to her at last night’s Teen Choice Awards in L.A.
I have always thought that the teens don’t know shit about shit since they made Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande Latte famous. But they have proven that they have some sense by honoring Brit Brit for her contribution to style. The teens (read: the producers and the executives at Candie’s) chose (read: picked Brit Brit after Daddy Spears passed them a check) to honor Brit Brit, because she truly is an underrated jewel of fashion.
While most hos would look like dirty pieces of trash as they walk barefoot into a gas station bathroom, Brit Brit personifies grace and sophistication when she does it. While most hos would look like sloppy messes if they wore generic UGGs and coochie cutters, Brit Brit looks the exact opposite.
The Cheetolings and Brit’s niece went to the TCAs with her last night and she collected her surfboard award while looking like a terrified Kesha if Kesha was abducted by aliens and forced to perform in an Ice Capades show on a space ship. After winning the Style Icon award, Brit Brit spoke to E! News and they asked if she’s going to keep doing her show in Las Vegas once her contract is up. Surprisingly, she didn’t say, “Ask papa.” Instead, she said she didn’t know:
“I’m not really sure. I haven’t made up my mind. I really love doing the show. It’s a lot, a lot of fun but I’m kind of torn right now. I don’t really know what I want to do.”
Brit Brit doesn’t need Las Vegas anymore! Now that the world is finally seeing her as the legend of fashion that she is, she should move to Paris and take over the House of Chanel from Kunty Karl!
And here’s more of Brit Brit trying to smile through the Botox.
Before Daddy Spears put almost every part of Brit Brit Spears’ life on a leash, shit was not looking good. Brit went completely off the rails, she was in danger of losing custody of the Cheetolings and it was looking like she was going to waste her entire fortune on swap meet wigs and gas station hot dogs. (Side question: Whatever happened to Assistant Carla? I desperately need an Oprah: Where Are They Now? episode devoted to Assistant Carla.) After Brit Brit was put in the hospital on a 5150 in 2007, Daddy Spears went to court to put her entire life under a conservatorship. The conservatorship was granted in January 2008 and it’s been in place ever since. That’s not going to change anytime soon either.
I’m not completely fluent in side-eye reading, but I’m going to guess that Brit Brit Spears’ awkward side-eye in that picture is saying: “Oops! ….I fawted again and that one’s going to leave a skiddy.”
Brit Brit was at the ESPY Awards yesterday and some thought that she was there to announce that she’s headlining the Super Bowl halftime show next year, but I hoped that she was there to announce that her alter ego Cheetopatra will lead the new cast of the rebooted GLOW. But Brit was just there to present an award and that’s it.
It took me a few blinks to realize this isn’t Kesha reporting for her cocktail waitress job at an Ice Pirates-themed bar. Brit Brit’s stylists really outdid themselves this time. Her makeup artiste went full “sneaky raccoon wax figure” on her face and her stylist put her in something that looks like a Star Wars Ice Capades costume designed by someone who doesn’t know what a Star Wars character looks like. The producers of the off-strip Las Vegas show her stylist stole that costume from are probably going to press charges against her for accessory to theft, but that’s a teeny-tiny price to pay. Because this IS the look.
In other highly important Britney news, Buzzfeed recently posted pictures of the grocery lists that were allegedly scribbled out by Brit. Someone (today “someone” is spelled S-A-M-L-U-T-F-I) somehow (today “somehow” is spelled T-R-A-S-H-D-I-V-I-N-G) got a hold of the lists and sold them on eBay. The lists prove that Brit is an authentic foodie and gourmet aficionado who enjoys the finer things in the grocery store like Velveeta, gritz, I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter, fat-free bacon, mayenaise, Cinamin Toast Crunch, Wonder Bread, Captain Crunch and Dr. Pepper. Behold, one of the lists.
Any expert will tell you that these grocery lists are extremely suspect, because it doesn’t look like there’s self-tanner stains on them AND they’re missing the sparkle on the tip of Britney’s food pyramid: CHEETOS! Therefore, this list cannot be verified. But I guess if she really did write these lists, I’ll let go of 2006 and swallow the hard fact that she’s moved on from those puffy pieces of cheese heaven. I’ll change her nickname from Our Lady of Cheetos to Our Lady of Spegettios.
When I think about the reasons why Britney Spears might be crossing the name “Iggy Azalea” off her Christmas card list, most of them have to do with Iggy Azalea starting shit with her on Twitter over their song “Pretty Girls” a few days ago. However, according to Iggy Azalea, it has nothing to do with the fact that her fingers typed the words “I dont have to suck the womans asshole 24/7 to be her friend” and everything to do with shit-starting troublemakers in the media.
Shortly after Brit Brit responded to Iggy’s asshole-sucking comment by pulling out her best umbrella and covering her in shade, Iggy hopped on Twitter to hiss at everyone trying to make things awkward between them.
Iggy Azalea (the Japanese humanoid robot in a pink-tipped blond wig on the left) has been on a roll and is probably developing Madge arms from digging her own grave. Iggy got kicked out of Pittsburgh Pride for some dumb shit she said on Twitter a while ago and she had to scrap her tour, because apparently tickets weren’t selling and working with her was about as fun as a nutsack waxing. Iggy should probably stay away from pissing off tricks in the music industry, but since the Botox ate the tiny bit of sense she had left, she decided to come for Our Lady of Cheetos and Our Lady of Cheetos slapped a bitch back.
Iggy yanked at Brit Brit Spears’ weave on Twitter a few days ago when one of her followers said that their song together “Pretty Girls” flopped a little. Iggy put the blame on Brit Brit for not wanting to whore it out. When The Pop Zone said that Iggy was shading Brit Brit, she tweeted back with: “my comment is factual, it applies to any song. I dont have to suck the womans asshole 24/7 to be her friend, do i? bye girls.” (Dumb fuck Iggy obviously doesn’t know anything about friendship, because 24/7 salad tossing is the key to a long-lasting friendly relationship.)
Well, Team Brit Brit responded to Iggy with a beautiful piece of true shade with a dollop of burn cream on top. Brit Brit pulled a subtle “Good luck with bookin that stage u speak of” by reminding Iggy who’s got the word “CANCELED” next to their concert dates on Ticketmaster and who doesn’t. Git that trick, Brit’s Twitter writer:
Can’t wait to get back to Vegas. So thankful I have shows for the rest of the year to look forward to… #YouWantAPieceOfMe
— Britney Spears (@britneyspears) June 29, 2015
Daddy Spears better drop off a $30 Starbucks gift card and a Costco-sized box of Slim Jims next to the cubicle of the shade master who is responsible for scalping Iggy in less than 140 characters. I’d like to think that badass bitch Jamie Lynn Spears wrote that tweet on her phone right before she pulled out a knife to break up another fight at Pita Pita.
“Can I haz mah Strawmamaberry Shortcake now, mistah ice cweme man?” is probably what Brit Brit Spears is thinking in that picture and sadly, we’ll never have moments like that again. Because apparently, Daddy Spears has ended Charlie Ebersol’s contract with Brit Brit and is now interviewing new boyfriends who must know exactly where the beef jerky section of every San Fernando Valley-area Walmart is and won’t get all mad when the Cheetolings accidentally call him “Uncle Normal Guy Dave.” Memorizing the name of the new “uncle” that mommy brings home is hard.
Both TMZ and UsWeekly say that Brit Brit’s fans knew something was up when her Instagram was scrubbed clean of Charlie Ebersol’s face. I guess deleting your piece from your Instagram is the new version of cutting their face out of pictures while screaming the lyrics to an Alanis Morissette song. Some source tells TMZ that their 8-month-old love didn’t die because of anything messy. It just ended (read: They had one of those short-term contracts).
Charlie Ebersol’s mom is Susan Saint James, so it gives me the sads knowing that Brit Brit will never be the daughter-in-law of McMillan’s wife. But well, I know Brit Brit will find love again and will meet a true prince who won’t get all pissed off when she dutch ovens him for the 13th time during a sleepover. Brit Brit may have already found that prince in Louisiana.
Brit Brit spent her weekend in her homeland and she Instagrammed this picture:
(Update: I’m so hungover I forgot to post the picture the first time.) I’m still hungover so I thought his tank top read, “Prop Store.” I thought to myself, “DAMN! Daddy Spears isn’t even trying to hide where he gets Brit Brit’s prop boyfriends from.“