Hiya, first off, listen ok?? i think it's my duty as a human being on this sweet planet, to comment about this girl. I love her, do you? i mean really LOVE her, as i do? I even downloaded her newest album, and i wouldn't fit into the box of a Britney Fan on first appearances. Let's go back. It started really with the rolling stone cover. White panties. My fetish. Then my interest in this witch died down. But now she's gone fruit loop. I've been thinking about her again. And i say to myself...Daniel son, you missed out.
I would have loved to have been that brummie paparazzi who took advantage of her fragile mental state, and basically leapt IN THERE. For one, the said Pantie Picture (above) could have been re enacted for me. In real life. I really would have worked the squeaking cogs of her unstable mind to convince her that she loved me. Actual love. I would have held her in my arms for as long as she wanted, as the nights passed, and the mornings rose we'd both be there. The single 'Oops I Did It Again' on constant rotation in the background, playing softly, not too loud. Just a warm presence, thumping away. The disco beat erotic as well as exciting.
I think in her current state of mind, she would be faithful too. She's just too ill to really know anything else. To be fair I'd be hoping she'd be too ill to really know what's going on...at all. Zoom, move right in there and take Advantage like a tennis player. And not in a cruel way, no peeing on her head or stuff like that, just really moulding and crafting this dazed and confused woman into wife material. I would still help her out with the pills...just, probably lower the dosage, we'd wanna keep her "good" for as long as possible. Keep her juicy.
Sure like most, nah, like all of us, I was a bit pissed off to see her look in the camera that time she got her noggin shaved. Remember that look? Like, "hey look at me, i am THIS crazy!!! Hey, you still there?" It was a real desperate cry for help. You could say it was from that point onwards i decided that Britney Spears needs Daniel in her life.
She also needs another Kid as well, which i would provide for her. The ol' boys been bubbling for a spunk dumpster for a while now. Might as well blast off at the BRITSTER. She would be wearing the white pants before this said sex session of course, and then she would remove them.
"Take them off girl" I'd say.
She'd comply, her head twitching. More than likely shedding a tear while doing so.
Welcome to Dan The British Blog, and this is the kind of shit i think about all day long my friends...all day long.
