A few years back, when popstars like Justin were still boybanders, when Britney's virginity was still a possibility, Avril Lavigne shook up the clean scene with her special brand of nosepicking, tie-wearing, finger-flipping pseudo-rock/pop. Slamdunked between the body-hairless and the talentless, she became a hitmaker to be reckoned with.
Where did she go? The paparazzi know.
According to TMZ.com, they found her and her likewise pop-punk Canadian hubby Deryck Whibley hanging at Hyde in L.A on Wednesday night, celebrating her 22nd birthday. Autograph seekers and picsnappers waited outside to see the "Complicated" couple, and were not disappointed...that is, if those fans were looking for F-bombs, which is exactly what they got.
F-You after F-You flew at the crowd, and even when the two stopped to sign for someone, the F-Yous did not, as they actually wrote the king dirty salutation instead of the expected signatures. The press? They got some love too; some DNA to boot as Levigne loogied a photog square in the mush.
This is the second time Avril phlegmed out on the paparazzi, in the past two days no less, as a Tuesday night encounter featured a previous spitball attack on a defenseless Nikon. And, not to be outdone, passive Deryck joined in on the mouth-mucus ruckus as he nailed a reporter with a spit to the spectacles.
One might see this behavior as a solid kiss-off to any remainder to her dwindling career, but the obviously sensitive songstress has made it clear she feels really bad about her behavior. She's gone all out to prove her sincerity in apology by putting a blurb on her website (http://www.avrillavigne.com/). "I'd like to sincerely apologize for my behavior with the Paparazzi. It's trying at best dealing with their insistent intrusions. I meant no offense to my fans, whose relationship I truly value. I have and will always go out of my way for my fans. My behavior was a reaction to the persistent attack from the paparazzi."
That should do it.