X-tina’s Boobs Dispense White Russians
Christina Aguilera has tucked her leather chaps and ratty, multicolored hair extensions into the back of her closet, along with any phallic, latex relics from her bad-girl past. But that doesn’t mean she has completely forgotten how to have a good time.
The pint-size popstress emerged from Los Angeles hot spot Crown Bar looking more than a little wobbly. Someone’s going to have fun pumping and dumping later on for little Max Liron—in fact, if hubby Jordan Bratman’s feeling particularly enterprising, he might find those bottles of boozy breastmilk would fetch a decent price on eBay.