Brittany Spears Spends Most Of Her Money On Massages

Being Britney Spears is a career only she can handle. That’s why an annual bill totaling over 120k for just massages isn’t out of the ordinary for her. It’s Britney BITCH. I would be upset paying anywhere over $100 for a massage and not receiving a happy ending handjob at minimum. Her next biggest bill was on what needed to be in her closet. She spent the price of an entry level American sports car on clothes. The real deal eight cylinder engine entry level class. Not your V6 automatic mustang parading around with fraudulent Shelby Cobra badges. Real car guys know. You’re only impressing gold diggers and children who can barely read. Britney hasn’t been known to be one of the better dressing celebrities either. So does a woman really need almost $70,000 worth of pink velour sweatsuits with the word Juicy in Old English font labeled over her money makers. 

TMZ obtained new docs filed in Britney’s conservatorship, which show she dropped $10,956,873.91 last year. Sounds like a lot, ’cause it is, but the good news is she earned nearly $16 mil. According to the docs, her biggest expenses include $122,613 for massages, grooming and nails … $69,668 on wardrobe and $24,392 for hair and makeup. As much as she’s been toning her bod … the massages make sense. Her pooches are still very well cared for — $29,852 for the year, which is slightly down from the previous year. As for shopping sprees … she rarely spent more than a few hundred dollars at a time in Pottery Barn, Albertsons, Ralphs, Vons (lots o’ groceries), Target and yes … she had enough time to hit up Bed Bath & Beyond too.

Britney manages to remind us that most other people who would have made the same mistakes she did don’t have an empire of cash as a safety net to land on. The expenses of her dogs are higher than most individual teenager annual salaries earned working at the same exact Petsmart that cater to her fidos. Imagine having to be the groomer of dog who gets to go home and enjoy filet mignon for dinner while you’re stuck eating your mother’s leftover meatloaf. That’s real teenage angst. 

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