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February 28, 2003

My Bizkit Has Gone Limp

I will never look at Britney the same way again after reading this - the horror! Tainted goods!*

And Fred, ever the eloquent romantic, had this to say:

"On the second night, as she was leaving, I gave her this letter I wrote saying she was really sweet and cool.

She came back at 3am wearing a see-through blouse and I could see her nipples.

We went back to her home in the Hollywood Hills, and there were some of her family and friends there.

We went off to a private room — and we were just doing our thing. She was wearing low-rider panties."

It boggles the mind that such amative phrases could spill from the same lips that informed us - so passionately and amorously - that he did it all for the nookie. Class act, indeed.

* Not that I was planning on hooking up with her, despite her pleadings to the contrary, because it would upset the wife and Oliver Willis