Love Drunk Poem

We were drunk on our love.
Actually, we were just drunk.
Okay, we were drunks.
Turns out,
we were never in love.

Say What?

Britney's being attacked again. And this time she has to share come culpability. Apparently, she's pulled a Milli Vanilli and lip synced a concert -- a trend in pop music that might be as prevalent as steroids in baseball, but less damning on the goods, if you know what I mean.

Nonetheless, Britney appears to be in her biggest trouble yet. She's lost the ability to say or think anything that is her own. She can't even count on herself to get her mouth around the words and the notes that set her on this great trip in the first place.

Personally, I think she should get back on How I Met Your Mother. Good times.

Or she should meet Vince in Vegas. The language of loves requires no words.