Why is it (only) acceptable to listen to post-cray cray Britney (and Tiesto and Pitbull and Aussie pub classics) at the gym? Not sure, but I don’t mind too much.
Interesting, because the only other occasions where these songs are acceptable is probably at a first-year uni party where everyone’s completely sloshed and making out like there’s no tomorrow.
Also, this video is totally a mash-up of I’m a slave 4 U and Oops… I did it again.
