I'm sure Criss Angel has plenty of reasons why he'd deny bumping uglies (never was that phrase more appropriate) with Britney Spears, even though they holed up in a hotel room two nights in a row. He can deny all he wants, but the evidence is incontrovertible.
Hocus pocus indeed
In addition to the physical evidence (festively colored, is it not?), one must consider the other factors before reaching a conclusion:
1. Criss Angel is still in the midst of a nasty divorce from a wife he abandoned for fame and glory. He got into enough trouble bragging about bagging sea creature Cameron Diaz.
2. We have to assume that Britney's judgment has become so clouded that she's admitting any and all suitors. Since her topless pool romp with that college twerp and continued association with rotten back-stabbing bitches like Alli Sims, it's painfully obvious that this girl is desperate and clutching at whoever feigns care and sympathy. The old Britney wouldn't have let someone like Criss cut her grass.
3. The topper? Angel claims he has honorable intentions: They weren't trading fashion or hygiene tips. ("I haven't washed my hair in three weeks." "That's nothing. I'm six months and counting.") Criss says he's using magic to help Britney create her most mesmerizing Britney ever for the VMA's.
You know she's never going to make it to the stage - she's going to go grilled cheese any day now. I hope it's on a day the kids are with their father.
