Marriage, obviously, has not slowed Britney down a bit. In fact, lately, she seems to be dying to throw off the confining yoke of oppresssive, Victorian low-slung jeans and belly shirts. Is Ladbrokes giving odds on when she'll finally show some real skin already? Like, all, 3-1 for nippage, 20-1 for some furbage, or all, 500-1 she'll blow Federline in front of a gaggle of paparazzi? Oh, wait -- right, our bad, she already did that. Oh, what the fuck. Who are we kidding, man? We just want to see this bitch naked already. And this blog has officially scraped rock-bottom.