You can say all the crap you want about Clitney Spears and her crazy-ass antics, fugly mug and horrible taste in shoes but at the end of the day, just remember who delivers the titties to your door and maybe that should shut your ungrateful ass up.

Here’s the Lady of Cheetos with her sweet headlights on at a gas station in LA.

I feel for this trailer trash hoe. Not only does she have extreme allergies to bras, she has the mild case of nipple-itis as well. It must suck having your tits follow the steps of your career. I mean I think we can all agree they’re both pointing downwards.

Lucky for us though, there will be no treatment known to man for her nipple-itis(and her head). Here’s Clitney Spears doing the ho stroll with his new boy toy in Calabasas, California.

The mad cow who used to suck on K-Fat’s K-Fed’s tiny peenhole was spotted yesterday leaving a nail salon at Cabasas–and ofcourse, sans bra. Listen, I don’t want to be a prude here so I’m just gonna go ahead and look past her crazy mug, receding airline and sagging tits ‘coz I’d still hit it. In fact I’d eat a strawberry out of her asshole, only ‘coz I don’t want to be looking at her face.

In the latest update of celebri-titty watch, here’s Clitney Spears taking her droopy tittays for a walk while making a cunt face! Geeze..why the long face sweety? I guess if I was a girl, I’d be in a bitchy mood too if I lost my bra.

Well, probably not. ‘Coz if I had tits, a fuckin’ bra would be the least of my problems ‘coz I would be in bed all day trying to figure out how to put my weiner between those motherfuckers.

These pics of Clitney wearing a see-through top showing her pokies while leaving Perth Hotel in Australia is totally making me uncomfy in my wuzzy black heart. And I think I know why. It’s because I fuckin’ loved Snoopy when I was a baby and she’s mocking me by stuffing Snoopy in her shirt. The audacity! Ohh that cute wittle button nose…gawdamnit bitch I know your tits look miserable but you don’t have to take me–Snoopy, and everybody else down with ya.

On a lighter note, I’d hit it. Oh heck yeah. I’d fuck the misery out of her tits.

Here’s Britney Spears in a skimpy bikini at some beach in Mexico. Hell, why not? Swine flu is over, why not spread the crazies! Am I right or am i right? High five! Fuckin’ aside, I’d still hit it though. Oh yeah. I’d motorboat that ass without shame. Dude don’t give me the side-eye, you know you’d tap that milfy ass too.;)

Brit Brit was spotted walking in LA yesterday and by the looks of it, she’s got the serious case of nipple-itis. Unfortunately, the only thing that could cure it isn’t my mouth or my weiner between those sweet things but something that she can find locked up in her basement a long time ago along with her sanity. Nope, not K-Fed’s dietician–though pretty close.

Ok hint? You measure it by cup, comes in all kinds of colors and you see it at the department store in the isle where all the ladies are. Riiiight…that’s what I thought too, Phil. A Verne Troyer miniature dildo doll.

*cough–Fuckin’idiot –cough*

Here’s Brit-Brit taking her perky twins and one of her kids to see Shrek The Musical looking like a regular overworked single mom who’s in need of a peen to de-stress. Trust me, she’s aching for one. Look at her undone zipper and tell me this is not one of the many times one of her kids barged in her room while she was in the zone. Well at least this time her ‘pussy didn’t hang out’. Though I must say I was expecting it would, since she was pulling off the Sarah Palin look.

Brit-Brit was spotted at the Ritz Carlton in Marina Del Rey yesterday sans cankles, sons and nasty weave. I think it’s safe to say that she’s officially back to being hot. I know ‘coz my weiner did the happy dick dance as soon as it caught sight of her.

Click on the thumbs to see more of my fave MILF with her headlights on in mid-day in a hot pink bikini.

Britney “Mah Pussy’s Hangin’ Out!” Spears is slowly but surely going back to looking like a $10 hooker with the serious case of low-hangers. Bleached hair, no-bra escapades, always out clubbing? All sounds familiar to ya? I hear the sound of the crazy train express back in business. Atleast she’s delivering the goods.

Yeah she may still be a little Uncle Fester-y on the edges but I’d tear that mother up in a heartbeat!