Kevin Federline Needs to Go Bye Bye Bye
Kevin Federline is on my last nerve.
Tuesday, Britney Spear's slacker/sperminator husband put out a press release announcing the name of his new hip-slop album: Playing with Fire.
"The inspiration and meaning behind the title, Playing With Fire, is self-explanatory. I'm excited about this album and am looking forward to continuing my promotional club tour in support of it and seeing the firsthand reaction of my fans listening to my songs for the first time. My album is sure to set the dance floors across the world on fire!"
Seriously, this madness must stop. Why is this kid famous? For bedding Britney Spears? This entitles him to magazine covers, a music career and... press releases? Puh-leez.
Further, I demand to know who K-Fed's so-called "fans" are. Seriously. I want names and phone numbers of these individuals because I don't believe that they could possibly exist. And if they do, I'd like to refer them to my physician -- stat.
Someone please stop this ridiculous. I mean, this greaseball was funny to laugh at in the beginning, but now I need him to go away.
No more cornrows. No more unlaced high-tops. No more wife beaters. No more pimped out Yankees caps. No more K-Fed!
Thank you.
PS -- Justin Timberlake agrees with me. According to the Star, he thinks Kevin is "gross."
