Oh my God! Heís finally done it, folks. Kevin Federline has found a job. qweitnamdvfjuyort. Oops, sorry about that. We just passed out on our keyboard from the shock of it.
K. Fed has proven that heís good at at least one thing other than spreading his seed and somehow keeping his pants from falling down even though they hang precariously below his hips. We had always heard that he was a ìdancerî, but we sort of thought that was like when our aunt would say to her friends that cousin Becky was a dancer instead of telling them she worked at The Pussycat Lounge. But apparently Kevin actually does know his Texas two-step and his cabbage patch, as heís found a dancing gig. While it may not be as glamorous as hoofing it up in the background of a few scenes in You Got Served, Kevinís new job as a dance instructor at a school run by one of Britney Spearsís former choreographers will at least buy some Pampers. We knew that the Federlines were having a little bit of a cash-flow problem, but we never thought it would come to Kevin actually working. Next thing you know heíll quit blowing cigarette smoke in his pregnant wifeís face and start paying child support for the children he never visits. Naw, that would be crazy. After about a week of giving dance lessons K. Fed will probably get totally stoned, pass out while watching Pimp My Ride, and never show up at work again. That sounds about right.
Take at look at the Federline who really pays the bills at MrSkin.com.
Kevin Federline Is the New Johnny Castle
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