For every Britney (turn, turn, turn) there is a season (turn, turn, turn).
Britney Spears is pissed at her old flings Sam Lutfi, the guy who was her “manager,” if manager means drugging your client and controlling her, and Adnan Ghalib, the paparazzi with the landing strip facial hair who smells like vagina in my mind. The Spears conservatorship has filed a restraining order against these two.
One of the lawyers in the case filed a declaration saying over the past month she received “multiple telephone calls and text messages from Lutfi.” She says Lutfi wanted to set up an urgent meeting to “speak with Mr. Spears and me with regard to what he claimed was ‘information he had received about Mr. Spears and his daughter, Britney Spears as well as others.'” The attorney also says Lutfi claimed “he had been talking with Adnan Ghalib about the conservatorship and Ms. Spears’ status as a conservatee.”
In another document, one of the conservatorship lawyers claims “Mr. Lutfi has sent text messages and instant messages that contain false and hurtful allegations concerning Mr. Spears, Ms. Spears, and the Spears family.” The lawyer continues, “Mr. Lutfi, Adnan Ghalib, and Jon Eardley sought unsuccessfully to induce an attorney to file” false statements with the court.
The papers make it clear….”Over the past month, Ms. Spears has had numerous telephone conversations with both Mr. Lutfi and Mr. Ghalib and has exchanged numerous text messages with both of them.” But we’re told now Brit is so mad at them she wants them locked up.
My favorite Britney Spears was the sexy, forbidden, virgin one. Even though she wasn’t a virgin, she was a lot more alluring than kids/crazy Britney or current puppet Britney. So I got pictures of Britney Spears v1.0, because Circus-era Britney Spears always looks dead behind the eyes.