Here’s Britney Spears grocery shopping in Thousand Oaks yesterday where she either found a clever way to remember to buy bulk or whoever dresses her in the morning is a colossal dick. Let’s assume both, and that this is apparently what I do when I black out each night.
“I’m ready to get dressed, y’all- Eww, you got frow up on your shoes!”
“Eww, you can’t read. Now put this on, you’re going to Costco’s.”
(I’m sassy when I’m drunk.)