Remember
when Britney Spears married Kevin Federline, and we were all, "what is
she doing marrying that thug with the stretched-out wife beaters and
bad facial hair?" Yeah, we do, too. Those were the days, huh? At least
for poor Brit. Now it looks like K-Fed is the better parent, and while
we're glad that the kids have one seemingly reliable caretaker, we feel
bad for Britney. It's all very sad, like when you find out that your
loser boyfriend who broke your heart is successful and in love and
happy, and you got fat and your roots are all grown out and you're
single (and you still haven't been able to figure out what that rash is)
even though you were supposed to be the successful skinny one and he
was supposed to be fat and unhappy and pine over you forever.
Anyway, we're
just saying, we feel bad for her. Especially now that his lawyers are
preparing to question her about her alleged drug and alcohol abuse and,
well, her parenting abilities. And it's all, you know, public.
But let's just remember, for a moment, the good times, shall we?
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