The sheets and sharp objects have been removed from the pink elephant and flying monkey room at the rehab clinic. This could be a satire piece picked up as news from a mainstream outlet, but the problem is that it’s too hard to tell the difference anymore. I’ve tried my best to avoid the story, but I couldn’t ignore this one:
Britney Spears has flipped her lid in rehab, trying to hang herself with a bedsheet after screaming “I am the anti-christ” to frightened staff.
She made the demonic cry after scrawling the devil’s number “666” across her head.
Sounds like some breakthroughs are being made in therapy. Doesn’t It seem like only yesterday that everybody thought K-Fed was the freaky one?