Club K-Fed 20,000 sq ft of wigger entertainment..

Oh Britney, you really did it this time! You’ve taken street trash and given him the amount of money needed to create horrendous monstrosities like “Ya’ll Ain’t Ready” (I listened, it was really THAT BAD), popped that little meal ticket out of your cooch and now Daddy wants his own little nightclub. Like American needs another trashy nightclub run by someone who doesn’t really know how to run trashy nightclubs.

Good old K-SPED wants to launch a nightclub in Vegas in case his singing career doesn’t take off. “In case”…isn’t that sweet? Poor Kevy really thinks he’s going to be a singer. Britney, if his first single doesn’t clue you in on the distorted reality of that man you call a husband I’m going to have to fill you in on a little secret. Kevin doesn’t have any talent and he’s blowing through your fortune quicker than you can eat a bag of Cheetos.

Can you imagine Club Federline? I'm sure all the drinks will all be named after him like Fed-tini and Sex on the Fed. He'll only play his music and the dress code will most likely be those god awful KF shirts he's been wearing...or worse yet...wife beaters, baggy shorts and socks with flip flops. Oh the tragedy. You know what KFED, I'm totally not ready for that!

Why can’t we go back to the good old days Brit Brit? Before we could make fun of you for stuff like this and before you were doing things like you were blessing babies in Hindu temples and running around wearing Kaballah bracelets. Remember when you were hot and you used to wear those little school girl outfits...and shoes in public restrooms... and every man in America wanted to f*ck you? Yeah, that’s over now hon. And to think I actually wanted to BE you…so I could live in your big mansion and vacuum naked while Justin Timberlake watched me and sang to me. Why can’t we go back there Britney? Why?!