Britney Spears reportedly fired her pool guy for talking to Kevin Federline too much. The pool boy says:
She gets jealous when K-Fed talks to the pool boy? What an insecure bitch.
I’d still nail her (after she drops the next kid – no pun intended)
thot i was first. oh well.
Yup, she’s a big, fat, raging, cunt-bag, no-talent loser. Tried to tell people that when she was famous (famous for being a singer) and just got told I was jealous. Told you so…fuckers!!!
The girl’s hormones must be off-the-charts. He should count himself lucky that he’s finished working for em…
Shes just mad cause the homo pool boy likes Kevin more than her…or…maybe hes not a homo. Maybe its because she is a fat ass.
Nobody likes the fatties.
Well i don’t know about you but if i was dirt poor and from the cunt-tree and i became a millionare by singing and dancing in skimpy outfits all through my childhood (aka prostituting yourself for the mouse). Then a useless hobo absentee father wannabe-rapper knocked me up, ruined my body and lost me that last shred of credibility I had. I’d be pretty pissed off if my pool guy sat around with my useless husband getting stoned all day talking about crap.
What else is Brit gonna do? She can’t fire K-Fed.
What a nazi.
I thought it said “Britney Spears is really a man”…….I’m dissapointed now.
Lets get a new picture of this whale, jeez.
He’s full of shit. He’s probably K-Fag’s dope dealer or something. I mean Britney has to have some scruples. Talk about dope deals AFTER the pool is cleaned.
The LaLane family sure has had a fall from grace, what with cleaning up after rich hillbillies and all.
well you know what they say: there is no more trustworthy source of information than when it comes from the child of a former celebrity turned pool boy.
Most people don’t know this, but I am from Baton Rouge, LA. and for a while, I was driving back and forth to Kentwood, LA to be Brittany’s manny. I was fired one afternoon after Brittany caught me feeding the baby vegetables and instructing Kevin on how to mow the lawn. Brittany informed there was no room for nutrition or responsibility in her home. Kevin then fired up a blunt, called me a nigger, and Brittany tossed the baby against the TV to see if he would land on his feet, “all cat-like”.
I like it that Britney has someone else do her firin’ for her.
“I could smell the smell of filthy roadhouse whisky on his breath, and then he took me, and I liked it –
I LIKED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
The best part is, she can’t really sue the guy for saying this stuff. He might be a loser pool boy, but his dad is worth probably three times what she is and could afford to bankroll the guys defence. Ha Ha, eat it up like some crawdad etoufe Britt.
Little known fact, Kevin Rubs cheeto dust on his hog to get an occaisional BJ from Britt who usually isn’t into that.
What a great idea – I will suggest that Colin Farrell anoint his pecker with whisky to facilitate random spontaneous fellatio whenever and wherever he wants it…
Fuck it, I would do it without the whisky…
She didn’t fire her pool boy, she fired her cement pond cleaner-upper.
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