Britney Wishes You a Happy Monday

Caramba, this bitch is nuts.

In our wildest, most intoxicated dreams we've never embarrassed ourselves quite like this. (Besides that one time when our tongues got stuck in a Corona bottle and we needed some Goya corn oil to set us free. BUT WE STILL HELD OUR HEADS HIGH. Or did we pass out in that guy's lap? Blur.) And we recognize that wearing a bikini when no one else around us is could be a not-great idea.

The hat doesn't help.

Brit: give us a call! We could totally fit lap-dancing, chihuahua-stealing (Paris's!!), and Cuervo breastpumps into one hott weekend in June.

(Source, source)