Britney: For The Record I knew this shit was about to get real. And, bitch, it sure as fuck did!
First and foremost, I must say… Someone should throw a fuckin’ party for B’s management team because that was some good shit that they just pulled! You guys are so fucking smart. I don’t care if any of it was real or not, it was good fucking television. Entertainment. No matter who you are, if you watched FTR (For The Record, ya bitches, figure it out), you either felt happy for Britney or sad for Britney. Ya’ll had a Britney Catharsis. Entertainment and education.
Secondly, I believed every second of this hour-long delve into the life of one of our most amazing, and amazingly disturbed, performers in this lifetime. That’s right. Bitch, I believe you. You’re a real boy! Life is hard. I’m really sad for you. And I’m not being funny, I almost cried. I would’ve cried if it weren’t for Larry Rudolph. He looks like a Canadian from South Park did it with Tyler Durden. Aside from all of your hardships and trouble and whatnot, the saddest thing in the whole doc was your poor ole hair! Girl, you gots money. Fix that. People can see you!
I need to watch this shit at least 2 more times before I can do it any justice with my comments and opinions. And you need to watch it 3 times as much as me because it may or may not change your life. Watch until it does. Ya bitch.
You make me feel like I should torrent that shit up!