Britney Spears continued celebrating the loss of her children by inviting a bunch of drunken no-name musicians back to her house to some snort blow off her tits. In your fuckin’ face, Judge Dickweed! Female First reports

The troubled star invited guitarist Scott Kohler and ten other revellers back to her Hollywood mansion for a party just two days after she lost visiting rights to her two young sons. Scott, who had met Britney earlier that night in Los Angeles club Hyde, claims one male member of the party offered Britney cocaine and “joked he wanted to do a line off her chest and she agreed.” Scott said Britney “seemed drunk” and alleged she also snorted the drug, even though she passed a court ordered drug test the next day.

He added to In Touch Weekly magazine: “She was in a great mood. She didn’t have a care in the world.”

And why would she? With a body like that, “who the fuck cares” should really be her middle name. I also like Britney “Where’s the Beef” Spears or Britney “My Liver Hurts” Spears. Or just plain “T-Bone.” Anyhow, it’s a lot easier to loosen up without the little bastards to lug around all the time. Nothing takes the zing out of a good buzz like a tug at your wrist and a “Mommy, I poopied again.” Little known fact: a little Cling Wrap and a few well-placed clothes pins can improve a diaper’s load-bearing capacity by 174%. So can an empty Taco Bell bag tied around the waist or a couple of tampons shoved down the front. See, I think ahead. Outside the box, if you will. Also I drink a lot. I’m basically the female Ben Franklin of our day, only with less pantaloons and syphilis and uncontrollable gas.