It Really Lasts Too Long

Please watch Kevin Federline “jam” to his song “Popozao”. Please?

Oh, it just wouldn’t stop, would it? I have a feeling that Kevin’s attempt at a ‘big-butt’ hit will result in “Baby Got Back” being seen as GOLD in comparison. A couple folks are already having fun with alternative definitions of his song title, over at UrbanDictionary.com.

I feel like sorry white trash for thinking he’s good looking. Found the whole thing easier to listen to with the sound muted.

That is awful! I usually read via rss, but had to click over to watch that video. He was doing a call in radio interview at our local station the other day and I *almost* felt sorry for him. It was that bad…

His little hand-dance moves would probably seem much more appropriate if he was sitting in a gold Trans Am, sub-Woofers pumping, revving his engine and waiting to peel out when the light turns green…

Can’t - finish - watching. Ugh. *heaving.*

Should I have played it with sound on?

I am feeling shame: deep, soul withering shame. My life is less shiny now. I do not thank you for having brought this moment of horribleness into my life.

That was one of the worst musical experiences of my whole life.

-Sean

After Sean’s comment, I can’t help but ask, “Which is worse?”… My Humps or PopoZao? Hahahahahaha.

Oh my lord. That is all I have to say.

Make. It. Stop.

You can close your eyes, but that will not stop them from burning.

Great. Now I need a shower.

*GAK*
*HURGH*
He’s so…uh….FRIGGING GROSS! Dirty, but in such a bad way. Like Christina Aguilera looked a couple years ago. I wanted to grab her, throw her in a tub of bleach and scrub her clean. Dirty like that. The ‘music’? What can I say that the gagging doesn’t?

Can’t decide which is worse: the cornrows he used to sport, the song, or that terrible vagi-beard.

dear kevin,

thank GOD you’re really into yourself, because, dude, we’re really not that into you.

xo

and i’m sorry, but i couldn’t help thinking of the boner he surely was sporting throughout that entire thing because he loves himself THAT much.

very cruel
a torturous moment you gave me on my birthday

i hate you.

really. i do.

I have now watched it three times in a row, not because I don’t have a lot of work to do, I do, it’s not because it’s really good, or I’m enjoying it — it’s not and I’m not; I think I watched it three times because I can’t decide if his little scrunchy face looks more like he’s constipated or that he’s cumming. Beck and I could do better on one of these.

GOOD GOD! that’s five excruciating minutes of my life that I want back.

Well, time to flood my eyes with bleach!

Wow. Er, that’s the most eloquent word that came to mind.

What really gets me is that was a good few minutes of the world watching him groove to his own song. And he knew the world was watching him groove to his own song. And yet the grooving went on.

All I can think now is how sorry I feel for his child.

Dear God if there’s one thing you do for me this year is not let that come over to the UK!

that’s the most disturbing thing i’ve seen this week.