Britney Spears proves that after you have a spoiled rich kid tantrum that leaves you a mother of two paying some deadbeat to golf and party for the rest of his life, after shaving your head, giving up on yourself and pretty much almost killing yourself while the world watches, because you’re so dramatic and you take yourself too fucking seriously, even though you don’t even know what seriously means, you can easily pull it all together with a multi-million dollar team of PR people, record producers, personal trainers and marketing, so that within a year, you can have a best selling album, because everyone wants to support you, because they saw you turn your life around and feel like they are along for the fuckin ride, even though she’s got no talent, her lead single is shit and she’s pretty much past her fuckin’ prime.

Happy Birthday Britney, I think the world’s given you a pretty good birthday gift, because let’s face it you’re pretty much done, or at least you should be.