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I blame Britney for my hangover
Credit: Pretty on the Inside
Everything
that could be said about Britney’s disastrous performance at the VMAs has been
said. She didn’t sing, she didn’t dance so much as jiggle in her sequined
bikini, and, though she looked like she was four months pregnant with a keg,
her performance wasn’t even cringetastic. It was boring. So boring in fact, I
didn’t even have a desire to hurl my remote at the TV. Instead, I just clicked
it off, went to the Cha Cha Lounge and stared into my glass of tonic-and-gin
and sighed. RIP Brit Brit, RIP.
PS. And what was up with LC's dress? It looked like a white-and-silver sequined potato sack—not an enticing way to debut her new "fashion" line.
PPS. The moral of the story: Just because you’re wearing sequins does not mean you’ll sparkle. Unless you're a tranny and hang out here.
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