Star magazine, which has apparently tapped Britney Spears‘ phone line, claims that Brit and Kevin Federline have — you may want to put that sandwich down — “weekly steamy phone sex sessions.”
Apparently, Brit called Kev in the middle of the night when she was having trouble sleeping (better solution: two bottles of Dr. Candy-recommended NyQuil). While they initially chatted about their boys, the conversation quickly devolved to what produced the poor kids in the first place: S-E-X.
“They have phone sex often — at least once a week,” an insider tells Star. “The one thing those two have in common is their need for sex, and after they get going, there are no holds barred.”
BRIT: Don’t cha wanna play wit’ ma cooter? [BEAT] Huh, Kev?
KEVIN: Oh. Um, sure. I’m just gettin’ out some of your money and rollin’ around in it. Oooohhh, yeah, that’s what daddy likes…
Let’s hope they used protection, since Kevin can impregnate a woman across several continents via mere osmosis. True story.
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That picture is classic! Check out Brit’s right hand on my… I mean Kev’s cock.
May 8th, 2008 at 2:11 pmEeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwww.
May 8th, 2008 at 2:24 pmIndian,please! Where did all that hair come from? You could be a Saint with all that hair. You could have followers. Devotees. That is very God-like hair. (pranams)
May 8th, 2008 at 2:28 pmAs long as they don’t breed anymore, better that they get together than ruin two other lives.
May 8th, 2008 at 2:55 pmThis reminds me of my freshman year at the University of Southern Mississippi. My roommate, a very proud and prim Southern Baptist was having a dialog avec moi. She then stuck her fucking hand down her pants and started scratching her crotch. I was mortified and it obviously showed on my face because she said, “Ma cooter itches.”
Shudder
“Don’t cha wanna play wit’ ma cooter?” I’ll just wipe the barf off my computer screen right now.
May 8th, 2008 at 5:35 pmIndian, Please, is finally letting his hair down!
May 8th, 2008 at 5:56 pmLOL @ Demon Kitty
Nothing more disturbing than someone with an itchy cooter.
May 9th, 2008 at 5:54 amI guess it’s not such a far leap from Cooter to Cooties!
May 9th, 2008 at 10:36 amCooter cooties!
May 9th, 2008 at 11:50 amIndian, Please!
I love it when you talk dirty.
May 9th, 2008 at 2:29 pm