Somewhere, Kevin Federline is washing down a stack of pancakes with a lukewarm can of Schlitz and thinking to himself “I could have done better.”


We’ve all seen footage of Britney’s VMA comeback disaster. (I think the term I’m hearing thrown around most often is “shiteous”). But oh, don’t you remember the days before this:

When her VMA performances were actually kind of awesome and fierce, like this:

I mean, wow. How far they fall. But I’m sure she has a nice comfy pile of old liquor bottles and hypodermic needles to cushion the blow.

Mean? Maybe. You know I love the fact that I can now claim to be a better dancer than Britney. But then again, so can my friend’s two year old neice.