The news flash zipped around the globe in about two seconds flat!
Britney pregnant?
Naw!
Fell flat on her tush in the midst of a high-energy gig?
Nope.
Britney has crawled between the designer sheets with her - egads - Agent?
I say, the couple that eats, works, copulates, and snoozes together, are in for big trouble in little China!
The truth?
Just betcha her Agent can't afford to lose his big meal ticket.
Why do I think that?
In a recent report of celebrity earnings, it was duly noted that Brit (boo hoo) only rustled up about a measly million or two greenbacks. last year.
No doubt Jason Trawick opted to pull out all the stops.
By slipping into the private (oh so public) perimeters of her topsy-turvy (mostly turvy) life, maybe "the suit" figures he'll be able to steer her mental & emotional selves onto a more stable nurturing landscape away from the hangers-on.
In the alternative, if the Pop Diva's career fails (flavours of the month often run out or lose favor with the fickle public) at least he'll have palimony to feather his nest somewhere down the line.
Unless Brit cries foul and uses the old "Louisiana" (home State) rule of law.
In that event, a division of property may amount to simple traditional hetero (breeder) standards.
What's yours is ours and what's mine is mine.
My advice?
Brit, settle down with a boy-toy or man-stud with no interest in the business.
And, with stacks of his own cash, naturally!
What do they say?
God bless the man that's got his own!
Amen
Judging by the bod, Jason won't be out late carousing, Brit!
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