I’ve come to terms with the fact that no matter how many times I strum that cardboard box with the rubber bands wrapped around it, and Juan bangs on his disposable cups with his Paper Mate pens, and Roberta screams into her phone receiver, we’ll never be Led Zeppelin.
Britney should do the same.
No matter how often Britney Spears wears these skanky clothes and shows the world her various weathered and gravitated body parts, she’ll never be that teenager in the schoolgirl uniform again. And that’s OK. Now put some clothes on and go home, you filthy hooker. Dignity is your friend.
Update: Now with NSFW picture grossness: