By Lex January 06, 2014 @ 5:09 PM
I guess some people really really like Britney Spears. The ones who signed up for the $2500 Meet and Greet Britney package at Planet Hollywood. Now, they’re all disappointed and sad because their two and a half g’s earned them precisely three seconds with Britney who coldly stood next to them for a photo and moved on to the next. You can’t pull that kind of shit on obsessed fans and get away with it. The mentally challenged mob quickly turned on Britney, bitching about the ripoff backstage access to Britney, even noting how creepy Britney looked with her weird wig and sad eyes. Like Sailer Moon strapped into a girdle.
“Fans were told before the meet-and-greet that they were not to hug or touch Britney without her permission and they weren’t allowed to bring her any gifts.”
Right off the bat you’ve just cut off two of the top two stalker activities. Unwanted touching and overly personal gift giving. I feel bad for the lady who made a pie out of her fifth child’s placenta and brought it to save Britney’s life only to be told, no gifts. And then only three seconds to explain her plans to join souls with Britney by way of the afterbirth. That sucks too. I hope these people got their money back and use it buy grandma teeth that fit so she can look less like creepy Britney.
By Jack January 03, 2014 @ 2:26 PM
Britney Spears is receiving criticism from the interwebs for apparently painting on her abs. Britney, who has moved on to the fat jumpsuit Elvis Las Vegas period of her career, has already caught shit for lip syncing during her shows. Britney has definitely lost a lot of weight over the last few years from her chunky post-crazy maximum load. But a six pack takes dedication and time. Why bother with any of that shit when you can just have your makeup artist draw it on with a bit of eyebrow pencil and a stencil? It’s possible that she is simply accentuating an existing six pack with makeup, It’s also possible Britney is passing up the MGM buffet each evening for a sprig of parsley and stomach crunches. Anything is possible in Las Vegas. It’s the city of dreams.
(Photo Via Instagram)
By Lex January 02, 2014 @ 2:52 PM
All the real men are lining up to be the submissive Britney walks on a leash across the stage in her fabulously fat tour de force signature show in Las Vegas. Opening night it was Mario Lopez, because Mario will do anything for a buck and an ounce of attention. New Year’s Eve it was her part-time bartending boyfriend David Lucado. I guess he didn’t have much choice. Britney ordered him to get on the harness or else she’d make him watch her cram her muffin rolls back into her plasticine body suit. He took the leash. We’ve all done some pretty humiliating stuff to get laid before, though I’m proud to say I’ve never had to bark like a dog or crawl across a floor or… actually, just those two things. Wait until this dude finds out Britney’s dad controls all her money and he isn’t getting shit for literally being pussy-whipped. He’s going to chew himself right off his leash. David makes me proud to be a man.
Photo Credit: INFphoto.com
By Lex December 31, 2013 @ 1:06 PM
I hate to say I told you so, but Britney’s going to need some space-age type teflon seams to keep her snug outfits from rupturing nightly during her show in Vegas. You can’t just expect traditional fibers to hold up to the load-bearing pressure of her bulges shifting like tectonic plates against her various tightly bound showgirl costumes. Anybody who’s ever worked the assembly line at Hillshire Farms knows the nightmare of overstuffed casings coming down the pike at four feet per second. Despite the potential embarrassment, I’d go dark on the show for the next ten days or 15 pounds.
Photo Credit: Instagram
By Lex December 30, 2013 @ 6:00 AM
I don’t get it. Britney Spears descends from the rafters looking like Prince Fielder trying to fit into last year’s jersey, lip-synchs some of her hit songs, and walks Mario Lopez around on a leash, then collects $20 million? Jesus, Britney, what do you get when you gobble down sweets? She couldn’t hit the elliptical for a couple weeks before opening night? It didn’t matter to the screaming planted fans like drunk Miley Cyrus who went batshit crazy in the front row. I guess the sight of ass-fat and constrictive girdles triggers spasms in Miley’s frontal lobe where God intended her learning to be.
It’s hard to imagine this goes on for two more years. At some point, they’re going to have to lower the stage because even fifteen feet above sea level might be the oxygen balance breaker for Britney. Maybe you get a free spin at roulette if you’re there the night Britney has her first cardiac incident. Somebody’s getting buried in the desert over this. If it’s Britney, they better bring the Caterpillar.
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By Lex December 24, 2013 @ 4:26 PM
Just 72 hours left until Britney Spears begins her mega-residency at Planet Hollywood in Las Vegas, that place along the strip they’re pretending isn’t just the former Aladdin Hotel. The folks at Caesar’s who now own the Planet Hollywood Casino are investing a ton of money in Britney because smart money follows chubby crazy girls in sweats.
We love the idea that she appeals to a 30- and 40-something, but also to a 20-something. There are fans who loved her in the ‘90s and 2000s, and she certainly has a large fanbase of folks who follow her contemporary music. This is an artist that casts a wide net across demographics.
– Kurt Melien, VP of entertainment at Caesars Entertainment to Billboard magazine.
Interpret all of that nonsense as ‘Asians fucking love Britney’. Chinese whales are a vast majority of the high-rollers in Vegas and wealthy Asian tourists in general are a big percentage of the spenders in town. Yeah, there’s a fan base of American teen girls who ‘follow her contemporary music’. But they aren’t spending big bucks to see Britney off the Planet Hollywood Casino.
Three days to go Britney, you’ve got 16 pounds to lose, get on the shiny sauna suit and take a jog. People aren’t flying across the Pacific Ocean to see your muffin top.
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