And welcome to the exact moment she realized this wasn’t a McDonald’s and was tricked into dressin’ all fancy again.
Remember Sam Lutfi, Britney Spears former “manager” who consistently drugged her when he wasn’t threatening to piss on the graves of his enemies? Turns out his lawsuit against Britney and her parents is going forward after two years and he actually wants her to testify in a deposition. Britney’s parents have since responded that she’s “mentally incapable” prompting Sam’s lawyers to demand a psychiatric evaluation, according to Billboard:
“In the Ryan Seacrest interview, which was recorded approximately two months ago, Britney Spears is interviewed at length, and she responds logically and coherently to questions, evidencing logical thinking and mental competency. The edited interviews in the [MTV] video documentary also evidence coherent and logical thinking, responsiveness to questions, and mental competence … In my opinion, there is good cause to conduct an Independent Medical Examination to investigate the Conservators’ claim that Ms. Spears is not mentally capable of testifying, and the claim that she was not mentally competent to enter into a binding contract. …”
As much as I hate to defend this guy, Sam Lutfi actually has a point. Eventually Britney Spears’ parents either need to admit their daughter isn’t legally retarded or stop letting her do things like, oh I dunno, have shared custody of two small children and enter into a new legally binding marriage complete with intercourse. That said, how messed up would it be if this was all an elaborate ruse and Britney’s actually the smartest woman alive?
BODYGUARD: Need anything else, Britney?
BRITNEY: Nah, y’all, just gonna sit here with mah Barbies dreamin’ bout furnch fries and one day havin’ a pony I can ride to Taco Bell so y’alls don’t gots to put me in my car seat.
BODYGUARD: Alright, then. ‘Night. *leaves room*
BRITNEY: At last! *flips over desk to reveal lab equipment* Now, I can safely return to my AIDS research, for I am but a fortnight away from germinating a cure for mass-production. Just a few more clinical trials and then-
BODYGUARD: *walks back in* Whoops! Forgot my coat.
BRITNEY: This pencil tastes like bananners! Nom nom nom!