My world is crashing down...

I thought the club-hopping, hoo-ha flashing days were just a phase. I thought she'd get over it after a few weeks. But now I see that my hopes have been dashed. I've officially lost Brit-Brit for good.

Here she is...last night...hanging with Brandon Davis, or as I like to think of him, "The Firecrotch Slayer."



Gross. Gross, gross, GROSS.

Oh and Brit? You got big post-pregnancy boobs now...may have to move to the nice size in button-down shirts. Kisses!