Yes, this is total schadenfreude, and probably means I’m shallow, but hey, whatev’s.
On to the fantastic news: The crazy train has made it’s final stop.
I mean, if you are going to go out, go out with a motherfucking bang. Own that shit. Own it and love it. Own it like Scarface with a face full of cocaine and a god damned machine gun.
I really wish this would have ended with her beating a tank with an umbrella.
Leave my sister alone! My burgeoning fetus needs an aunt who isn’t ridiculed daily.
I’m not sure I understand why she’s allowed to even see her kids. Or any children. Or people. Let’s just put her in a nice padded room where she’s no longer a threat to herself or others.
And an “unknown substance”? That definitely sounds like something one should be ingesting while caring for young children.
@Jaime
Die in a fire.
@Amber
Well, she’s sort of not. Her visitation was supervised but the supervisor quit because Brittney wouldnt comply with the terms. After this stunt she might lose them for good.
@Joel
meanie.
Let’s just make this clear – this trainwreck won’t quit until it’s gone for good. And even then… damn it… we’re never getting rid of her. *cries*