Playing with Fire – Kevin Federline
On Amazon.com users can “tag” items with keywords to ease the search process. Here are some tags which people have placed for Kevin Federline’s (Britney Spears Ex Husband) album Playing with Fire (note there are 4 pages worth of tags):
talentless (28) garbage (18) idiot (17) laughable (16) music to make you long for the sweet release of death (15) hack (13) crap (12) loser (10) terrible (8) clown (7) aka vogon poetry (6) bad joke (2) cant understand what hes saying (1) should be working at wendys (2) as good as socks with sandals (1)”
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Dec 20, 2006
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7 Comments, add your own...
1. cajie | December 20th, 2006 at 11:38 pm
I am sure the comments are written by guys who have not even heard the music, but are upset because he got to sleep with Britney :)
2. Holla | December 20th, 2006 at 11:40 pm
k-fed is a playa fa sho
3. MiRoOoOo !! | December 21st, 2006 at 12:02 am
K-Fed = White trash
Simple as that !!!
And britney isn’t that hot , she just shows alot of skin so people think she’s hot
4. Marzouq | December 21st, 2006 at 12:41 am
hahahahaha
Holla he is your number one! hahaha
5. BlueSand | December 21st, 2006 at 3:52 am
hehehe he is so maskhara
6. jane | December 21st, 2006 at 4:58 am
this has been out for a while , thanks anyways
7. Ri | December 21st, 2006 at 10:04 am
Here’s what I found when I looked up “Vogon Poetry” on Answers.com
“Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem “Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning” four of his audience died of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been “disappointed” by the poem’s reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled “My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles” when his own major intestine, in a desperate attempt to save humanity, leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paul Neil Milne Johnstone of Redbridge, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.”
Banana Phone *chuckle*
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