And so are you,
Grace Jones, that
guy in the back of the room with the goofy haircut,
Joe Don Baker, the
hot goth chick across the street and that
weird guy who looks at porn on the library computer...we are all
Time's Person of the Year!
Go us, its our berfday! It's our berfday! Let's party like its our berfday!
Anyhoo, while I am greatly honored, I think this constitutes a major cop out on the part of Time, since we all know there was a singular person of note who should have gotten this "honor"?
Time just didn't have the cojones to give this award to the one person in the world who truly deserved it. That's right I'm talking about the one time "Princess of Pop"...the inimitable
Britney Jean Spears, y'all.
Not only did Miss Britney
recklessly endanger her firstborn,
make a fool of herself for
Matt Lauer's amusement, dropkicked her
gold-digging hubby to the curb and became
BFFs with that walking social disease
Paris Hilton but she also did the one thing that I say catapults her to the top of the list for Person of the Year.
She unleashed her
vajayjay on an unsuspecting public.
Who'da thunk that while perusing the
internets any
Tom,
Dick and
Harry would be exposed to a high-res shot of a former America's sweethearts
loose meat sandwich?
That was above and beyond the call of duty, people! She didn't have to leave the house in a micro-miniskirt, sans underpants with her
love curtains out for all to see, y'know.
She knew that in this time of great strife and unrest the citzens of the world all needed a glimpse of her
coochacabra.
I wholeheartedly commend Brit-Brit for going that extra mile and exposing her
panty hamster.
I am so impressed that I officially give her my portion of the Person of the Year award. I implore everyone else to do the same. She truly deserves it.
