02 June 2006

It's Hard out There for a Moocher

How's this for irony: Baby-machine Kevin Federline is insisting he wants his kids to work crap jobs, when they grow up, "to learn what a real job is, what life is."

After the unemployed back-up-dancing wigger money-sponge lit a Newport with one of Britney Spears' c-notes, he kept talking. He didn't seem to mind the muffling caused by having his foot way, way in his mouth. "You don't have it easy with me. Period. My kids are going to work at Taco Bell, dammit." Well, at least this way Britney can get hooked up with a discount on her beloved chalupas (a traditional Mexican delicacy), after K Fed bleeds her dry, what with his Ferrari-driving, Grey Goose-chugging, not-having-a-job lifestyle. Then again, I guess making the worst rap music ever is kind of like a job.

I'm not sure if he means this for his kids with BritBrit only, or if he's also including his mulatto babies with Shar Jackson. On the other hand, this is probably a moot point, as those kids would probably end up working at Taco Bell, anyway.

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