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Dear Britney-
Everyone was very proud of you since you gave K-Fed the boot and started to change your life.
But your new BFF Paris Hilton and all the recent “party pics” rank up there at the top of the stupid list.
Newsflash Britney-Unless you want your babies living with Kevin most of the time, say goodbye to Paris, buy some underwear and get a clue.
Your lawyers protect you from pesky husband mistakes. They can’t protect you when it comes to child custody. In just about every state, the child custody laws are clear cut:
Unless your former partner is a crack-addicted child molester, there is joint custody.
Crazy fun with Paris isn’t worth custody of your boys. With each picture of you and Paris, you are loading up Kevin’s case for proving you an unfit mother. Go home and let the press snap pictures of you at the Piggly Wiggly or at church. The legal system is insane when it comes to child custody so grow up and be a good mother.
Note from Celebitchy Chic Mommy has a new article about how Britney has chosen to stay home with Jayden James, who is sick with an ear infection. That may be true but Britney was out yesterday showing her shaven twat for the fourth time. TMZ reports that it’s the third time, but I counted three different outfits in those previous picture sets.
People are bashing her on her official myspace, begging her to get a clue and cover the fuck up.
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An informal survey of the crowd yielded a foursome who confessed that they were friends of K-Fed’s manager and had gotten free tickets; two judgment-reserving girls who also had free tickets, which they’d won from TRL; a priceless foreign couple who admitted they’d first heard of Kevin Federline “this day”; and one couple with mixed intentions. (She: “I’m not a fan, just really into the tabloids!” He, glumly: “My girlfriend made me come.”) And though the venue may have been sorely undersold — estimates put the sparse crowd around 250, a sixth of the Webster Hall’s capacity — the impenetrable bunch of hopped-up fans pressed against the stage were an undeniably ecstatic bunch packed five rows deep.


