Here’s Britney Spears wearing a silk diaper with the store tag still hanging from it during a solo shopping trip to Sunset Plaza in L.A yesterday, proving our theory that the only way Jason Trawick can still look at himself in the mirror without bursting in tears and smashing it into a thousand pieces (the two were pictured holding hands on Tuesday, thus, dismissing split rumors) is to convince himself he’s actually enriching the life of a woman who would otherwise spend her days sitting on an empty bucket of fried chicken, speaking incoherently to a beef jerky wrap and yelling at one of her kids to bend down so that mommy can rest her leg when the bucket gives her a calf cramp. Wait. Is that Jason crying in the corner?






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