If I ever get rich enough to build my bunker I'll never be seen again.

I'll establish a par level with Pizza Hut, so when I get below 20 piping hot delicious pizzas they'll know to deliver me more through my super-secret underground pizza tunnel.

What I won't do is hit up Rite-Aid EVER again. In fact, I'll loose my Doberman on anyone who mentions Rite-Aid in my presence. THAT will be how I do it.

Anyway, I bring this up to announce two things the evening in pictures brought us. First off, Brit has a new assistant. I can't imagine how you get that job. Monster.com? What would your skill set be? I imagine the listing would look like this:

**JOB POSTING**
Do you like traipsing around L.A. at all hours of the night while people follow you? Are you able to juggle six sorts of crazy? Don't mind getting your picture taken? Then we've got the job for you! Join Britney for 72 hours of employment starting NOW! Skill with children no longer required!

Here's a picture of the unfortunate soul. (If you're curious Britney is pointing toward the spaceships she sees.)

The other thing I would do if I had oodles of money is have people do my bidding. For instance I'd hire you just to buy me socks or something. That would be your full job. You'd have a credit card just for that. Argyle ones.

But here is Brit buying makeup with CASH MONEY.

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