These Boots Are Made for Gawkin

These Boots Are Made for Gawkin': For the three of you left out there who still believe Kevin Federline led Britney Spears down the road to Skanksville (by way of Child Endangerment-town), behold her latest execrable ensemble, which has just one thing going for it: It ensures no one will suffer permanent retinal or emotional damage from exposure to parts south of her Caesarean scar. The stagnant pop starlet makes her way through a throng of paparazzi and into a hotel lobby sporting a seemingly reinforced bikini that, thanks to its traffic-hazard-cone-orange hue, clearly warns of the approaching danger. Perhaps worried that going out in public wearing less fabric than some exotic dancers could further fuel the media's "skewed perception" of her, Britney decides to cover up using one of K. Fed's dressier wife-beater tees. Unfortunately, the translucent top performs its job about as well as her rap-tastrophe of a soon-to-be ex-hubby performed his. The no longer pitiable Spears sets off her two-bit togs with accessories straight from "The Simpsons'" new Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel fashion line, mixing her unsexy, straight-off-the-farm cowboy boots with an au courant pack of cancer sticks and cheesier-than-Velveeta plastic sunglasses that are likely the same shade of red as the bleary eyes they're hiding. The Mr. Blackwell-slammed Britster finishes off her déclassé look with bedraggled, lubricated locks we're guessing are only slightly more damaged than the tender psyches of sons Sean Preston and Jayden James.

Source : Msn Entertainment