The Paparazzi Do Have Their Uses
October 5th, 2007 by Evil BeetAfter dinner with friends, unwilling to walk the remaining three blocks to her car while the paps snapped photos of her, Britney jumped into one of their SUVs and convinced them to take her back to the Beverly Wilshire.
“What the fuck?” asks one of the other photogs.
Too funny.
The chick yelling at the photog here is Alli Sims. I believe the man is producer Sam Lutfi, although I’m not certain of that.
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I’d rather take my chances that I can happily live, eat and sleep underground darkness with the moles, gophers, ants and worms than see her dance or sing in another thing.
I feel sorry for Britney. she has become another Princess Diana, hounded like the press everywhere she goes and for every single thing that she does and there is no privacy for her day or night.
Any chance for her to get help or a chance to get her life together seems dimmer as time passes as she is losing support from former security guards and friends and has to rely on the few chosen people that she can trust.
l can only say she is stronger then most people give her credit for because l am not sure l could take that kind of pressure.
That is the most fucked up and surreal thing I’ve ever seen. I can’t believe how much those paparazzi people suck ass. Seriously – if going out in L.A. is like that, then why the hell wouldn’t you just stay home? That shit is horrible. Order some takeout. Spare yourself that kind of bull shit.