Thursday, February 14, 2008

There's No Fix for That Kind of Crazy


Since yesterday's sole post (thanks for being lazy, William) was somewhat heavy and not terribly funny, I figured I'd start off with one of D&F's favorite topics - the Spears family. Of late, there hasn't been anything real interesting (funny) about Britney or Jamie Lynn.

Sure, Britney was hoped up on meth for a few days, stalked some random kids outside a school, and convinced me that she does not own any bras, but this was nothing to write home about. In fact, I would have found it shocking if she wasn't on meth and didn't try to steal other people's kids. Britney Spears acting like a person without a chemical imbalance - that would have been cause for concern.

Well, I knew it was only a matter of time before the paparazzi found more paydirt with the Spears sisters. If I've said it once, I've said it a thousand times - you can take the girl out of the trailer park, but you can't take the trailer park out of the girl.

Let's start with Jamie Lynn Spears. According to the highly reputible Star Magazine, Jamie and her baby daddy are now planning on keeping the baby. Jamie seems to have no problem with the fact that her Hollywood career is very likely over. In fact, soon-to-be Mom and Dad are looking for a double-wide to start their life together (because a single-wide simply wouldn't do for a family of three). Star also reports that shortly before going public with her pregnancy, Jamie Lynn was at a party and asked a random guy for sex. Reportadly, she said something along the lines of, "Don't worry. I'm pregnant, so I can't get pregnant again." Man, do I miss living in Louisiana.

In Britney news, it seems that PETA has a different theory on what is causing the elder Spears' problems - dairy and meat products. Yeah, PETA, it's the ice cream and hamburgers she's eating, not the mass amounts of meth, prescription drugs, and alcohol that's causing the problem. Not to mention the fact that Britney has no concept of reality and that pesky manic depression. Nope - it has to be cheese. Friggin' hippies.

Anyway, have a good Thursday. The week is almost over.