Britney Spears and Jason Trawick in Long Island, NY. (August 3, 2011)
Damn Jason, I may be crazy but I can I know one thang fur sure… You can’t say y’alls shit don’t stink no more.
Well she’s wearing shoes so we know she didn’t use the porta-potty.
With the exception those same urine stained sweat pants, which give her away, it’s the perfect disguise.
She’s got that “just got shagged in the Econo Head” look.
He’s got that “I hope everyone just thinks I was taking a dump in there” look.
I think she took a dump then they had sex then she took a dump.
I think imagining these two having sex is equivalent to my thoughts taking a dump in my head.
One of the only pictures of her in her natural habitat.
Brit-Brit has rubbed off on Jason; he’s dressing worse than she is now….
just like the ol’ outhouse back home…..
“Ah portajohn blumkin an’cha won’t evun hold ma hand? Fuck you.”
Jason: “Quick, nobody’s looking!”
Brit: “Y’anna do wut in that port-o-potty?”
Come and see the Friends of Long Island Al-Anon in “Doctor Who”. We need your support.
Oh look! The conservators let them buy a starter home.
Britney always assumes it was a no wiper.
In an incredible transformation, instead of Jason Trawick imbuing Britney Spears’s lifestyle with a modicum of sophistication, she has turned him into a backwoods Louisiana (pron: Loooz-yana) ne’er-do-well panhandler. The power of love never ceases to amaze!
Call-a-head, call-a-hillbilly, call-a-whore
Where’s her boobs? Are they on vacation too?
Uh-oh! Looks like Jason’s spotted a younger, prettier meal ticket who doesn’t smell like cornchips and ass.
Britney is wearing a Doors shirt as part of her ongoing protest against non-automatic doors, which she claims, “-is always smackin’ me in the face an’ givin’ me a arful headache.”
“Oh Mah Gawd, even Ah know you ain’t suppose ta do numba 2 in dem thangs!”
The “CALL A HEAD” brandname for the port-a-potty is the most creative thing in this picture.
And this is Heath Ledger’s hell.
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