
Brit really needs to find herself a gay male friend. This is really getting ridiculous. She goes out for coffee wearing the above. Did we forget
this little conversation, Britney? The Daisy Dukes definitely do not work for you. Stop.

Her night on the town was even more tragic, and frankly we're at a loss for words. This seems like intervention time with this, and she's back to dying her weaves herself. Not good.

Notice she has a pair of jeans on her lap that she could be holding in front of her face, but she chooses to show her nasty looking whatever that's called. Attention much?

Love the muffin-top.