One day there will be a Youtube video posted. It will show an impoverished Britney covered in ticks and bruises, pushing fake perfumes in the parking lot at Home Depot. That day will become known as Justice Day.
(I know this because a Terminator showed up at my house last night. There were bolts of electricity licking off him and the whole clamorous bit on arrival. A stray arc fried my damn
Roomba! He showed up butt naked just like in the movies, too. So let's see people of the future, you've got time travel down to a mere hayride, but by some kink of physics you can't send a paper bag with a T-shirt and shorts? What the Fructose? Anyway, the Terminator is the one who told me about Britney's future issues and Justice Day.)
Sadly, K-fed raises the
kids.