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.
Die in a fire.
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.
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*