ending 2013 on a weirdly sexual note

On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me: Britney Spears walking Lance Bass on a leash, to much cheering and acclaim.

And lo, it was good. Awesome, in fact. (I know I'm mixing up my Bible-y and my Christmassy lingos, but it's totally worth it.)

ETA: Aaah! I see that pensnest beat me to it! Not that I blame her, of course - this is front page worthy news right here. (Has anyone called the Times yet? :)