MEMO TO BRITNEY SPEARS: Liar, Liar, Pants (if you’re wearing any) on Fire! Please stop insulting the intelligence of your fast-disappearing fan base with outrageous lies concocted to excuse ignoring your babies night after night while partying with dopes and dope fiends! On your Web site, you defend your insane headbanging – pre/post/and during your 25th birthday – by wah-waaah-ing: “It’s been so long since I’ve been out on the town…it’s also been two years since I’ve even celebrated my birthday!” LIAR! The press reported that you whooped it up big-time on your 24th birthday at LA club LAX, “dancing into the wee hours with friends” – and a photo showed you there! On your 23rd birthday, Ms. Pinocchi-a, you staged a major blowout that made worldwide headlines – boogie-ing at LA club Concorde with hubby KEVIN FEDERLINE (remember him?). Then the two of you checked into the posh Bacara Spa and Hotel in Santa Barbara and hung out the “Do Not Disturb” sign for a long weekend that was described as a “48-hour sex marathon.” Too bad you fired your ace Hollywood PR firm, Britney. They’d have warned you against publishing such amateur-ish lies!
BRITNEY’S B’DAY
