Here’s Britney Spears rollin’ with her rag-top down so her hair can blow … her real hair that is. I’m glad I wasn’t there when they took her nasty, ghetto, swap meet hair extensions out. I’m picturing it being like one of those especially uncomfortable episodes of Dirty Jobs when they open a cabinet and a billion different sizes and colors of cockroaches come running out and climbing all over people.
Oh, and, on a side note, if Mike Rowe wants a new definition of dirty, he’s more than welcome to spend a night with me. That’s right, Mike. You heard me, baby.
