Alright, here's a little story: Over the weekend, the fire alarm in my building went off because someone left the stove on, but whatever. Anyway, I ended up running out into the street in a pair of pajama bottoms covered in puppies and a t-shirt that said "Warning: Big Loads". Needless to say, I still can't show my face around my apartment, but it is STILL nowhere near as embarrassing as this get up. I mean Christ, Britney looks like a five year old who got into Mommy's "special" closet and came out dressed like a Vietnamese prostitute. That little rumbling you just heard was Betty Page rolling in her grave.

Here's more of little Miss Bananarama Batshit Bonkers at the Grammy's: