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Jan. 22nd, 2014 09:37 amThe Trouble With Love Is, by Jill Briary Wilder
Complete fiction. Horror fiction. Popslash.
Femmeslash. Britney Spears/Christina Aguilera.
PG-13
Not slander. Not for profit. No consent for fair use.
She hates Mexico. She hates Mexico with a passion. A flair and flamboyance of one who really hasn't been to Acapulco too many times, who would never know, or never want to know, what a Merida is. Chihuahuas come from Mexico. And that is fine. She loves little tiny dogs, like her Bit Bit.. Clouds are beginning to gather in clumps of clotted cream. Dissolving like so much rancid gass. She thinks of Limp Bizkit's set lists for a moment. Like a chump. Like a chump. Like a chump. When Christina bobbed her head swiftly to get out of Fred Durst the Lilmp Bizkit man's anger, she. Well, she was scared. And hurt. On Christina's behalf. Oh thankk goodness. She had thought. Dissolving like so much rancid goo. In lemonade. Home-made. Stand. Two cents. Per cup. Oh come, oh come.. . . please, buy buy buy.
She loves her tits. Her botoxed, not-implants. She loves giving. Herself. Presents. Now.
Each man and woman with whom she has ever givien a face to face interview. Each. has always been scared. Of her intelligence. Her wit, and cunning. Britney Jean Spears. Hi.
She giggles. Xhristina, I bet. They always expected you.
WEll, what happens is that Keven Federline left her. To be a three hundred pounder. Beached whale. He had no friends. So. He "made" his own bowling league. Now he has a posse, not of dancers, like herself, but for to go bowling, see? I give you bowling shoes. I have fucked Britney Spears. She gave me two kids. I have three kids. Haha
His bitch is smart. But she (britney jean spears.) IM BIPOLAR. HI! High. High. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey what's going. His bitch is ugly. He is ugly now, too. But I don't want to talk about that. Is that your bruises, girl? Wassa matter? Sweety. Sweetie, come her, -name of first son.- "Name of second son- come on, itty bitty.
Come to momma.
Oh, Felicia.
Meanwhile, elsewhere. Come here. You are bitch number three tonight, pretty lady.
I'm Christina Aguilera, hi.
She's made him infertile. His bitch (for now?) is smart but ugly, who polishes his bowling ballls. All except his favorite.
Britney is pretty smart.
She can't have anymore kids. And. That's fine. No alimony. No pre-nup. Just child support. Child support. Support. Support. My child. My son.
My son.
Britney Jean Spears hateses.
Britney hates Mexico forever.
They know why.
Marrying Adan. Legally. In Mexico. Not in a Las Vegas hotel motel quickie love service, maybe it is true? That Jason Peter Alexander was the one? They ain't cousins no mo' are they.
In many many ways. Britney has married every guy she's ever boned. Every guy she'd ever let bone her. Every guy who has reallly?? ORLY. ever boned her. Yah. Except her dad. But we don't want to talk about that do we. Sho shut the fuck up, ate. You don't know.
You don't know.
The first five minutes they pretended to mike her. The next ten minutes they pretended her mike wasn't on. She waited ten minutes. Then she began to cry. The next ten minutes after that the fans pretended they weren't having any fun. At her expense? How. Cruel? And then that the booing wasn't for her. And then the rain fell. And she turned ice cold. The power line almost fell atop many. She had prayed that they wouldn't. They were her fans. She hates Mexico, which she chose as country of marriage. Marriage. She hates Mexico, I don't know why? So she only ever had one concert there. And the fans were lyyke, whaaa? You wanna cum now? You bitch whore Americana? You wanna cum here now, you nevvah liked us before, whuuuu?
We hate chuuuu. We hate chuu Britney Spears. Atl east when XXkizzzz Tina Fag Y Leera got fat and got her gig on The Voice whe knew she'd put out. We knew she'd spread. Picking a Puerto Ricon, pahh!
And then she hates us back nowwwwww. Waaaahh!! We are Mexico. We are Mexico. Better than Colombia. Bahh! Ahahaha, we hate you. You bitch.
There were SPARKS. FrOM DA TOP OF THE ELECTRIC BIG ASS POLE.
There were sparks. Jigging.
In her. Out of her.
Her eyes. Her eyes.
And she never even thought of making a spanish Christmas album. Desnudate. For cocaine. For cocaine. Hong Kong. Or?
Colombian. Suck ten cocks. Like Christian Nort North Midwest East Coast natural-blonde peroxide (Sniffing. Sniff. Sniff) I should have gotten a contract before Britney because I'm a natural blonde unlike her or Kerri and I'm from Pitt's burro and I mmade Florida, I drink orange juice, and I'm a mouseketeer. The only natural blonde there. Ever. So they made me colored my wheat white wine hair dark brown. She flips them off. At last.
I too can sing so too sing better than her; she is just a chesnut mousy brown blonde like me though Strawberry for her Ash bone blonde brilliance like me NOT. What is she a blonde Texan in her head? I deserve it. I deserve it. More cocaine, polease. More cocaine. Want some more cocaine? Oh yes, Mister. Man. I want some more. Please, sire. Oh fuck you. Krist Teena Fag y leer ah. I'm Britney mother fucking spears. So get to work. Bitch.
It comes. Cum here. In stutters and starts. Ah HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA. Hah! I'm Ecuadorian. bitch. All the time, on both sides maybe. My momma's so white trash she forgot she spoke Spanish. My father. On me all the time. Sleeping, fucking. Eating, shitting. Dreaming. He is on me all the fucking time. All. The. Time.
But ate says I sing perfection. The only thing she said against me. (Before....) (This year. )
was my knobby knees.
Perfect tummy tuck. From LA.
Perfect breast implants. From Brasiliera in Texas, two hours. Fort Worth. Army --United States-- can be very grateful. And unlike Mariah -- Fucking. So. Over-- AHAHA - "Carey" well. She didn't need condoms for her a hundred guys who are neo-nazi skinheads, one thousand maximum. Per. Diem. She loves America, she loves America. In her head she was most definitely no not not not high as a kite, bird or man made, out of paper. Out of plastic. Out of blood, cocaine, and lead. She did not flub the lyrics. Unlie Alanis Morissette she knows all her lyrics by heart. Forever, yours and always.
Yeah, she's smart. SHE IS XTINA!
Motherfucking. Aguilera.
She ain't got my back. She got her back.
It means she's an eagle.
Always, an eagle.
Always an eagle in flight.
Always alone.
She’s Xtina. Now. You don’t know, ate. You just don’t know.
XTINA.
So even if she's having her eightieth cigarette - it is like the dreamiest part of all her videos, she has tied like a knot like a neck tie her beatiful pink Mormon Methodist whatever cardigan no pearls please- the kissing, Chrissy! :) still Dirrty thin, well. Kissing in the sheets, hers. She insists. They they order MacDonald's, delivered by one of her cousins, males but not bodyguards. They needed a job. They needed work. Always, always. Shy. Sweet. Shy? They were in their twenties, for gosh's sake. But they can dance. Always, always. Take out. Take-In. Mc Donald's and Starbuckses.
Fish burgers and Chai Lattes.
They lasted for months.
They knew no one would notice them together, and they liked it that way. Both. of them. True story, that? Yes.
Third cigarrette in this dumb little club, acne and thong hanging out of her loose cool black nondescriptly comfy comfy not juicy hoe hot pants she rules.
NO SMOKING there were two then five then ten then fifteen pretending
I'm Britney, bitch.
Complete fiction. Horror fiction. Popslash.
Femmeslash. Britney Spears/Christina Aguilera.
PG-13
Not slander. Not for profit. No consent for fair use.
She hates Mexico. She hates Mexico with a passion. A flair and flamboyance of one who really hasn't been to Acapulco too many times, who would never know, or never want to know, what a Merida is. Chihuahuas come from Mexico. And that is fine. She loves little tiny dogs, like her Bit Bit.. Clouds are beginning to gather in clumps of clotted cream. Dissolving like so much rancid gass. She thinks of Limp Bizkit's set lists for a moment. Like a chump. Like a chump. Like a chump. When Christina bobbed her head swiftly to get out of Fred Durst the Lilmp Bizkit man's anger, she. Well, she was scared. And hurt. On Christina's behalf. Oh thankk goodness. She had thought. Dissolving like so much rancid goo. In lemonade. Home-made. Stand. Two cents. Per cup. Oh come, oh come.. . . please, buy buy buy.
She loves her tits. Her botoxed, not-implants. She loves giving. Herself. Presents. Now.
Each man and woman with whom she has ever givien a face to face interview. Each. has always been scared. Of her intelligence. Her wit, and cunning. Britney Jean Spears. Hi.
She giggles. Xhristina, I bet. They always expected you.
WEll, what happens is that Keven Federline left her. To be a three hundred pounder. Beached whale. He had no friends. So. He "made" his own bowling league. Now he has a posse, not of dancers, like herself, but for to go bowling, see? I give you bowling shoes. I have fucked Britney Spears. She gave me two kids. I have three kids. Haha
His bitch is smart. But she (britney jean spears.) IM BIPOLAR. HI! High. High. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey what's going. His bitch is ugly. He is ugly now, too. But I don't want to talk about that. Is that your bruises, girl? Wassa matter? Sweety. Sweetie, come her, -name of first son.- "Name of second son- come on, itty bitty.
Come to momma.
Oh, Felicia.
Meanwhile, elsewhere. Come here. You are bitch number three tonight, pretty lady.
I'm Christina Aguilera, hi.
She's made him infertile. His bitch (for now?) is smart but ugly, who polishes his bowling ballls. All except his favorite.
Britney is pretty smart.
She can't have anymore kids. And. That's fine. No alimony. No pre-nup. Just child support. Child support. Support. Support. My child. My son.
My son.
Britney Jean Spears hateses.
Britney hates Mexico forever.
They know why.
Marrying Adan. Legally. In Mexico. Not in a Las Vegas hotel motel quickie love service, maybe it is true? That Jason Peter Alexander was the one? They ain't cousins no mo' are they.
In many many ways. Britney has married every guy she's ever boned. Every guy she'd ever let bone her. Every guy who has reallly?? ORLY. ever boned her. Yah. Except her dad. But we don't want to talk about that do we. Sho shut the fuck up, ate. You don't know.
You don't know.
The first five minutes they pretended to mike her. The next ten minutes they pretended her mike wasn't on. She waited ten minutes. Then she began to cry. The next ten minutes after that the fans pretended they weren't having any fun. At her expense? How. Cruel? And then that the booing wasn't for her. And then the rain fell. And she turned ice cold. The power line almost fell atop many. She had prayed that they wouldn't. They were her fans. She hates Mexico, which she chose as country of marriage. Marriage. She hates Mexico, I don't know why? So she only ever had one concert there. And the fans were lyyke, whaaa? You wanna cum now? You bitch whore Americana? You wanna cum here now, you nevvah liked us before, whuuuu?
We hate chuuuu. We hate chuu Britney Spears. Atl east when XXkizzzz Tina Fag Y Leera got fat and got her gig on The Voice whe knew she'd put out. We knew she'd spread. Picking a Puerto Ricon, pahh!
And then she hates us back nowwwwww. Waaaahh!! We are Mexico. We are Mexico. Better than Colombia. Bahh! Ahahaha, we hate you. You bitch.
There were SPARKS. FrOM DA TOP OF THE ELECTRIC BIG ASS POLE.
There were sparks. Jigging.
In her. Out of her.
Her eyes. Her eyes.
And she never even thought of making a spanish Christmas album. Desnudate. For cocaine. For cocaine. Hong Kong. Or?
Colombian. Suck ten cocks. Like Christian Nort North Midwest East Coast natural-blonde peroxide (Sniffing. Sniff. Sniff) I should have gotten a contract before Britney because I'm a natural blonde unlike her or Kerri and I'm from Pitt's burro and I mmade Florida, I drink orange juice, and I'm a mouseketeer. The only natural blonde there. Ever. So they made me colored my wheat white wine hair dark brown. She flips them off. At last.
I too can sing so too sing better than her; she is just a chesnut mousy brown blonde like me though Strawberry for her Ash bone blonde brilliance like me NOT. What is she a blonde Texan in her head? I deserve it. I deserve it. More cocaine, polease. More cocaine. Want some more cocaine? Oh yes, Mister. Man. I want some more. Please, sire. Oh fuck you. Krist Teena Fag y leer ah. I'm Britney mother fucking spears. So get to work. Bitch.
It comes. Cum here. In stutters and starts. Ah HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA HAHA. Hah! I'm Ecuadorian. bitch. All the time, on both sides maybe. My momma's so white trash she forgot she spoke Spanish. My father. On me all the time. Sleeping, fucking. Eating, shitting. Dreaming. He is on me all the fucking time. All. The. Time.
But ate says I sing perfection. The only thing she said against me. (Before....) (This year. )
was my knobby knees.
Perfect tummy tuck. From LA.
Perfect breast implants. From Brasiliera in Texas, two hours. Fort Worth. Army --United States-- can be very grateful. And unlike Mariah -- Fucking. So. Over-- AHAHA - "Carey" well. She didn't need condoms for her a hundred guys who are neo-nazi skinheads, one thousand maximum. Per. Diem. She loves America, she loves America. In her head she was most definitely no not not not high as a kite, bird or man made, out of paper. Out of plastic. Out of blood, cocaine, and lead. She did not flub the lyrics. Unlie Alanis Morissette she knows all her lyrics by heart. Forever, yours and always.
Yeah, she's smart. SHE IS XTINA!
Motherfucking. Aguilera.
She ain't got my back. She got her back.
It means she's an eagle.
Always, an eagle.
Always an eagle in flight.
Always alone.
She’s Xtina. Now. You don’t know, ate. You just don’t know.
XTINA.
So even if she's having her eightieth cigarette - it is like the dreamiest part of all her videos, she has tied like a knot like a neck tie her beatiful pink Mormon Methodist whatever cardigan no pearls please- the kissing, Chrissy! :) still Dirrty thin, well. Kissing in the sheets, hers. She insists. They they order MacDonald's, delivered by one of her cousins, males but not bodyguards. They needed a job. They needed work. Always, always. Shy. Sweet. Shy? They were in their twenties, for gosh's sake. But they can dance. Always, always. Take out. Take-In. Mc Donald's and Starbuckses.
Fish burgers and Chai Lattes.
They lasted for months.
They knew no one would notice them together, and they liked it that way. Both. of them. True story, that? Yes.
Third cigarrette in this dumb little club, acne and thong hanging out of her loose cool black nondescriptly comfy comfy not juicy hoe hot pants she rules.
NO SMOKING there were two then five then ten then fifteen pretending
I'm Britney, bitch.