England. You know that because they play classical music over various shots of London. I guess it's London. Or shit, maybe they're still in Vienna. Wherever. Mo is driving BritBrit and she makes him go get her coffee. Mo camera-talks that if you don't get BritBrit coffee she yells at you. Great boss. K-Fed throws signs to the camera. Good job, Federline. "Fri-ez-no in the house!" BritBrit is unhappy. AHHH! It's Fee. She camera-uggs that BritBrit occasionally has a bad day and she's entitled to it. More driving, now with coffee. Boobney voice-overs that she was on tour for a long time and she was tired of it.
Lots of shots of backstage. BritBrit gets make-up put on, singing into the camera, the Vicodin kicking in nicely. BritBrit babbles about being a grownup now and she doesn't like people judging her behavior. Wah wah wah! Quit and leave us alone and we won't judge you, ya stupid crater-faced cockslap. (Wow. Was that mean?) Boobney tries to explain to us that she was "the young American sweetheart" and when she made the "transition" (into drugs and douche-y men, I presume), parents or adults didn't always like it. Make-up BritBrit bitches that she has more of a fun life than people think and she loves being carefree, while Boobney tells us that everyone is entitled to their own opinion and that's what makes America great. She's really like a whorey Teddy Ruxpin doll that just spits out these words and phrases she's heard somewhere before while she creepily moves her eyes around, not connecting to anything. And giving children nightmares.
Cirque Du So Gay. Lots of quick shots. All of them bad.
Street. A violin player. Hotel room. Robe-wearing BritBrit scarfs food, lining her uterus for the impending implantation of baby Cheetus. BritBrit bitches to the camera that last time they went out, K-Fed got mad because BritBrit partied too much and he in turn started being a "control freak" and didn't want her to party so much.