Britney, where the hell are your pants? You have been fucking whack job crazy lately but this is an all time low (or high? You must be high). YOU LEFT YOUR HOUSE WITH NO PANTS ON. I have a lot to say to you actually and have been composing a letter for quite some time, but you're obviously insane and I doubt you can read, so I won't waste my time.
You know you're losing those kids right? A chimpanzee could care for them better than you could. And Kevin is almost as smart as a chimpanzee.
Your poor mother. Your poor children. Your poor manager. Your poor career.