I don’t know what the hell is going on with Britney Spears these days, and quite frankly I couldn’t give a fart in the wind, but when her craziness starts affecting the way she dresses, someone has to step in. It might as well be me. Here she is doing a little shopping in what seems to be some sort of designer adult diaper and a wife beater. I can deal with the tank top, because I like free flowing boobies, but the puffy pirate pantaloons and pantyhose have got to go. I thought her family hired someone to look after this crap.
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