So, let’s just say that hypothetically, I’m just some loser burnout hanging out in Hollywood bitching to my friends about my Babymama, when out of nowhere comes Britney Spears who wants to take me away with her to share her “chaotic” life and then, hypothetically, I implant my seed in her as well, and even though I tell her I don’t think it’s a good idea because I’m a loser with God knows how many little bastards running around the greater Los Angeles area, we go and get married anyway and I just sit around the house all day, not bathing or shaving or bothering to change my clothes, spending her money all day as she gets fatter and her infamous boobs get bigger and bigger, leading up to the birth of our child. Wouldn’t you think that hypothetically, while she tries to maintain the figure she’s known for that’s quickly fading into the past, that I MIGHT get out of the golf cart and walk with her for a minute. Wouldn’t you think? You know, hypothetically.
(P.S. KFed is still my idol. May I someday make something of myself as well.. Lou)