Apparently there is a quite a bit of hype around Arvil Lavigne telling the sad case that was once Briney Spears to get over herself. Now take your time and try and remember who Arvil Lavinge is. Nothing? I'll help, she's that Canadian chick who pouts a lot and dresses like a skater punk with a make-up kit. She also sings, but who cares. The point is this, Avril may not matter, but she is right. This whole bald-rehab-babymaking madness with ol' B. Spears is pathetic. Its nice to see other meaningless, depressed, fake blonde teenagers are noticing that. Hopefully it means the next generation of crappy mass-produced-pop will sack up and wait till they hit Mariah Carey's age to have their breakdowns.
In the meantime Avril, may we suggest some flourless chocolate cake? You're looking a bit waif like dear, and that shade of pale can't be healthy. Remember Arvil, judge not, lest the be the next to suffer from "exhaustion"...
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