Caitlin: Hi, Britney!
Britney: Yeah...
Caitlin: It's such...such...an honor to be interviewing you...*shivers*
Britney: I know, it's so exciting!
Caitlin: Um...sure, first question: Are those boobs real? Don't lie!
Britney: My morals are really, you know, strong and I have major beliefs about certain things and I think that has helped me, you know, from being, you know coming from a really small town.
Caitlin: You didn't answer my question.
Britney: Yeah!
Caitlin: Answer my fucking question!
***Brit looks off into space...I sigh, and continue on. ***
Caitlin: So, tell me Brit, how is it fucking Justin Timberlake, I'm sure millions of ...*shivers* teenyboppers out there want to know...
Britney: No, it's not true.
Caitlin: What?
Britney: Just big brothers to me...
Caitlin: Well, you seem to just want to keep it in the family, you know, you and Chad.
Britney: Yeah.
Britney: I just see my bed and I get to sleep in my bed, you know, I love my bed and my fan.
Caitlin: What the hell are you talking about? Your bed? I bet you have to buy a new one every month just to keep up with the wear of your, ahem, nightlife...
Britney: I'm such a clean nut.
Caitlin: Yes, you are a nut. Clean, too? Oh, you wash the sheets, thank god...
Britney: I'm just young and I want to have fun now.
Caitlin: Really, I didn't know your idea of fun was getting multiple STD's.
Caitlin: How did you start singing anyways?
Britney: You know, with the hairspray, in front of the mirror.
Caitlin: Britney, I believe that would be a BRUSH, moron....
Britney begins to babble away...Caitlin gets exasperated and leaves.
More coming soon.