‘Ain’t No Body O’ Mine Gonna Get Skinny. Frap Me, Y’all!’
Here’s a skinnier-than-usual Britney Spears stopping at Starbucks yesterday to remedy that fact because she believes pouch bellies can predict the future. Now, some people might argue she ordered a low-fat drink, but I managed to zoom in on the cup to prove these people escaped from a mental institution and won’t stop until they poison the reservoir. I’m no barista, but there’s no way “INC SICF” doesn’t stand for “In Case of Southerners, Insert Chicken. Fried.” It’s impossible.