It looks like Britney has done it again. No, she's not throwing another piercing party. Instead, she's simply serving up a healthy dose of southern-gal demands. But--trust me--Ms. Brit isn't the only one with weird-ass desires. Read on...
[timberlake] Justin's famous ex, her mother and a convoy of giggling girls descended upon the West Village Mexican restaurant Panchito's. MacDougal Street, to be exact. Our favorite bumper 'n' grinder looked oh so Britney in Capri pants and a white strapless top, her radiant platinum blond locks freshly dyed and sans roots.
Now, this particular sunny-summery kind of day lured out all the fun-loving New Yawkers in the mood for some chips, salsa and margaritas--the young spicer from Louisiana included.
As semi-salty Brit & crew waltzed into the bustling joint, Mama Spears requested a private section to hide their fabulous faces. But since no celeb accommodations exist at the low-key eatery, the grand gang had to settle for an average-folks table in the back. Damn shame, too.
[spears] That wasn't the only thing not up to par for Ms. B. Perched on her chair, she sat with her hands up to her chest the entire time, refusing to touch the table. And Ma was no better. After dipping into the guacamole, she sent it right back to the kitchen, declaring it "s--t."
I'm afraid the drinks didn't fare much better. A few horny dudes spotted the gyrating girl and sent over libations, including a piņa colada and a daiquiri. After just a sip, B.S. asked the server to take the "nasty" offerings away.
Well, gosh dammit! Pleasing these two is quite the tall order
Also on the sweat patrol, per usual, was B.S.' loyal bud-bodyguard, Big Rob . He seemed hardest at work when it came time for the younger Ms. Spears to use the facilities. As Brit dipped inside, B.R. stood guard at the door. Wouldn't want anyone to bust in while she's doing her biz, would we? (Certainly not since that nastiness in Florida.)
[lynne spears] After the pissing--poof!--the prissy party departed. Faster than you can say, "Cleavage to go!" the other diners lost it. To put it mildly.
In true sicko-fan style, the remaining patrons descended upon the previously occupied star seats and scooped up whatever souvenirs they could scavenge. Some wolfin' wackos even went so far as to devour the food Brit didn't eat. Ugh.
Let's just hope no one raided the restroom for keepsakes.
http://www.eonline.com/Gossip/Awful/...3/030424b.html
Bad Britney!!!
