Britney has completely fucking lost it. All she does is make repeated, pointless trips to gas stations and convenience stores--ostensibly for stolen lighters and cheetos, but we all know the real reason: bitch can't get enough of those papz! They're her best friends!
Last night she topped even her usual antics by taking one of the photogs back to the Peninsula Hotel with her. He didn't emerge until 4a.m., and left saying he needed a cigarette. Ugh. I would rather be forced to watch that 2 Girls, 1 Cup video on loop while eating chocolate ice cream than have that mental image pop into my head.
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