Rolling Stone is obviously doing a big feature on Ms. Bitchney, and here are some random excerpts from it according to the NY post:

About Plastic Surgery

She had her breasts enlarged as a teenager, but later … “regretted the implants, particularly because her chest was still growing,” the magazine reports. “And when her natural breasts became larger, she had the implants removed.” Spears has always denied she was surgically enhanced.

When she had credit card trouble at Betsey Johnson

Then she ducks into the dressing room with (Adnan) Ghalib. He emerges with her black Am Ex.
The card won’t go through, but they keep trying it.
“Please,” begs Ghalib, “get this done quickly.”
One of the girls runs to Britney’s dressing room, explaining the situation through a pink gauze curtain.
A wail emerges from the cubby — guttural, vile, the kind of base animalistic shriek only heard at a family member’s deathbed. “Fuck these bitches,” screams Britney, each word ringing out between sobs. “These idiots can’t do anything right!”
Ghalib dashes over to console her, but she’s already spitting, growling, throwing a big bottle of soda on the floor so that it begins to spill underneath the curtain, and then she’s got a box of tissues and is throwing them on top of the wet floor along with piles of discarded merchandise. A new card finally goes through, but by then Britney is out the door, leaving her shirt on the ground and replacing it with the red top. “Fuck you, fuck people, fuck, fuck, fuck,” she keeps screaming, her face splotchy and red as she crosses the interminable mall floor, the crowd behind her growing larger and larger. “Leave us alone!” yells Ghalib.
(One girl catches up to ask for a picture) “Um, I’m from the South too,” she mumbles, “and I was wondering if I could get a picture with you for my little sister.”
Britney turns to Ghalib and grabs his arm. “I don’t want her talking to me!” she screams. She whirls around and stares the girl deep in the eyes, her lips almost vibrating with anger. “I don’t know who you think I am, bitch,” she snarls, “but I’m not that person.”

And just in case you haven’t got sick of Bitchney yet, Blender decided to do a cover with Spears on it, without actually having her there. Using a body double(obviously) and the wonders of photoshop, they created a cover, that features her face, on someone elses body. Which demonstrates what a shitty, useless mag Blender is. I mean, they resorted to using a body double and editing, that’s just pathetic, at least buy one of a pap and use it. But I use to get that shit magazine for free, but it started taking up too much room in the trashcan so I had to cancel my subscription. Anyways, without anymore ado, the fake cover Blender concocted in an attempt to sell magazines:

Even though I think this cover is the biggest bullshit scam to sell mags ever, I think the cigarette mouse ears and red bull are a nice touch.

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