I think it was her attempt at something touching and relevant...but she failed miserably around the end there.
mcDuffies wrote:No, actually, if premarital sex is a sin, then heaven should have a system of quick weddings and divorces for the purposes of what's happening between.
Well, if you want to get technical...you can't call it premarital sex if you never intend to marry the person...
I will never have anything to do with Brittany Spears.
Excluding the obvious gag-me reflex I get at the idea of all that pop-music, sex-for-no-reason-but-sex, bleach-blond, giggling... I have no intrest in buying or listening to the music of a preformer who lip-synchs her own songs.
CW
"Remember that the definition of an adventure is someone else having a hell of a hard time a thousand miles away."
--Abbykat, NaNoWriMo participant '04
Coloring tutorial It's a little like coloring boot camp. Without the boots.
I have an internal nervous breakdown whenever I have to dance to a Britney Spears song.
And yes, I HAVE to dance to them: I go to dance class, which my father pays for, and there they torture me with American pop music. It's so sad, because I'm surrounded by normal people there... when I start talking about Maaya Sakamoto and The Pillows, it's too much for them to handle. *sigh* Mundanes.
-Fire our shit!
-But I am Le Tired....
-OK take a nap.
THEN FIRE OUR SHIT!!
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Supaa Disco revolution apocalypse Mahou genki na Tokyo watashi doki doki sugoii mega kawaii baka otaku neo neko wai wai chibi bishonen manga o kudasai hai onegai no uta 25k!!
I understand your pain. One of the guys that used to be on colorguard with me actually taught us all the dance to "Oops! I did it again". It was a good time killer during a boring football game. But hey! Dancing is dancing...if it's fun, who cares what the music is?