No it's not the back of Swamp Thing's head you're looking at. It's our favorite cheetoling, Britney Spears. Brit Brit was out and about buying stuff in Los Angeles yesterday, working a raggedy weave for your nerve. I've seen bitches in a crack den on east 125th street working better $1.99 yack hair in their scalp than this shit she has matted in her roots. Seriously, after dumping this blond possum in some water with the strongest shampoo you can find, that weave seriously needs an intervention. In fact, who has Benjamin Bratt's number.
We need to get this bitch to weavekeeper's anonymous, stat! Dr. Drew can tag along for moral support. Also while shopping, she got a ticket. No, it wasn't a parking ticket. It was a citation for weave cruelty. She didn't seem too upset that she got a ticket. Either she's thinking it's no big deal since she makes millions in her sleep, or she's on a heavier med dose. Here's a thought Britney: give Kim Zolciak a call. Can't no one werk a synthetic wig like Kim can.
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