Pore Britney is daid . . . drunk. Or something like that. And looking back from Kentwood, La., on the Hollywood monster she helped raise -- or not, as the case may be -- The Britney Mama (a.k.a., Lynne Spears), is fit to be tied over her newly separated daughter's non-stop carousing with Everybody's Favorite Bimbo, Her Right Skankitudinousness, Paris Hilton. As my own Louisiana mama might say, "Dem tings happen."
Lynne rang up Britney and begged her to calm down, but the pair ended up having a "ferocious bust-up".
Family friend Marina Watts told Britain's Star magazine: "Lynne is absolutely devoted to Britney and really only wants the best for her. She has seen TV footage of Britney showing off her backside, displaying her boobs and generally partying up a storm with Paris and thinks it is tacky."
Lynne, 50, suggested Britney, 25 -- who filed for divorce from Kevin Federline last month after two years of marriage -- should move back to her hometown in Kentwood, Louisiana, for a quieter life.
She reportedly told Britney: "You're going off the rails, can't you see?"
However, the 'Toxic' singer apparently ignored her mother's pleas, saying she didn't want to be back among the "rednecks".
Oh, Britney! Sweetiepie, don't you get it at all?
Are you too blind drunk to see that you ARE the "rednecks."
Honey chile, the way you're acting is no different from Tee Bubba and his (ahem) buddy, Wanda Sue, out on a bender at the Moonlight Inn just off of La. 16.
Well, that's not exactly right. There is a difference -- two, actually. You do not own a bass boat, and you do have more disposable income.
But "white trash with cash" is white trash, nonetheless. The tragedy is that God don't make trash.
That, child, you have done all by your lonesome. With an assist, probably, by a now-distraught Britney Mama who ought to have figuratively kicked your butt while she still had the legal standing.
Sigh.
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