So, Britney Spears went ahead and married Cletus. In Studio City. And then served chicken fingers afterwards. While playing music from a boombox. I can only hope the happy couple toasted one another with Red Bull and then tossed Cheetos into the other's gaping maw.
So classy. So delightful. I am so in love with the downward spiral of Ms Spears.
But I am the most in love with these outfits, provided for the groomsman, Cletus's merry band of brothers.
Yes, they are white track suits. Yes, they say "Pimps" on the back, in black cursive script [because cursive = classy]. Because, when it comes to pledging lifelong love and fidelity to a man, what little girl doesn't dream of pledging said love and fidelity to a man who has the option of trading her vagina for money?
True love, people. True love. My heart is so full right now.
Ladies,
I love you, but this picture is a gag, right? I mean, those guys weren't actually the groomsmen at the Federline/Spears wedding, were they? Seriously, though.
Great blog, by the way. Your Britney page is the funniest thing I've read this week.
Sadly, that picture is not a joke. Also not a joke is that the FATHER of the groom was wearing a matching track suit with "PIMP DADDY" written on the back. I have no words. (The "pimp daddy" picture was in People, can you guys post it too?)