I regularly toast successful panty peddlers for their hard work in the field of gold digging, but I always forget about KFed. And I shouldn’t. If KFed didn’t drop his Bisquick batter into Brit Brit’s Cheeto pot, he would probably be sneaking joints in the storage room at his day-job at Kinko’s instead of living the life. Look at his ass now! The dumb bitch has it made! While Brit Brit makes that Slim Jim money thrusting her twatty all over the UK, KFed is taking their Cheetolings to the Hard Rock Cafe. And the dude is getting paid for it! The best part is that he even came with a bodyguard and a nanny! That’s like getting paid to just eat, lay down and carry around a tiny Cheetoling every now and again. I swear.
Here’s more of KFed with the boys leaving the Hard Rock Cafe in London last night. I think the boys just ate cheesebugers and fries. KFed ate the whole kitchen.