NOOOO! It won't be! Brit Brit wants to get married again. NOOOOOOOOOOO! She's planning a top-secret proposal to her backup dancer, Sam Asghari (I guess it's not so top-secret anymore.) Anywho, she plans on proposing AND tying the knot before her residency ends in Vegas this year. Remember the last time you got married in Vegas? Yeah... not so good. An insider had this to say about the pending cluster f*ck:
"Since Sam would be spending her money, Britney is buying her own engagement ring... the wedding will be butterfly-themed and monarchs will be released when they exchange vows."
This is such deja vu with singers and dancers (JLo, Mariah). Plus, you've already done this dance (sorry for the pun) before. Kevin Federline? The dancer? The father of your children? The DIVORCE? Dude needs his OWN money-- not an allowance. You may be older than him, but you ain't his mommy. I do get the butterfly theme-- it's him flitting off with your bank!
Haven't we learned from the grand dame Elizabeth Taylor that sometimes one should throw in the towel on the whole marriage thing? Yes?
Erika will speak of his "kind-hearted nature" and "overwhelming giving of himself."
Oh, he gave of himself (allegedly) many, many times. Then, Cos-scum will do his own TV sit-down interview. Nice strategy. Get your stuff out to the masses so it might be really hard to find a jury pool that hasn't heard much about your rape-y (allegedly) ways.
Good luck with that. You're just a turd swirling the bowl until the justice system flushes you down. Where you belong.
"I'm not comfortable with him sitting on the sideline crying like that. That makes me uncomfortable because that tells me he's not in shape to play... that makes me uncomfortable for him. That's just not a good look, in my personal opinion."
First of all, I didn't know you were a mental health counselor. Awesome! Second of all, you'd know nothing about what 'looks good'. Third-- if dude would've stayed home, you probably would've called him a crybaby p*ssy. Cuz you're known for sensitivity.
And even more insulting-- 15 minutes before you put your stanky foot in your mouth, you regaled the audience about how basketball is an escape from tragedy-- including your bro's death in 2009.
Stick to talking about the actual game. Leave the philosophizing to those with actual brains. Time to change your nickname from The Round Mound of Sound to The Round Mound of Ass-Clown.