So they go out, which we can tell by the two-second techno montage of an anonymous club inter-cut with random candid shots of BritBrit and K-Fed. Now more night vision as the skankly duo are being driven around after the club, drunk and high as a kite. Mo now punks out and tells us that when K-Fed was around you could see how BritBrit was more "chipper." Yeah, she was on drugs, stupid! BritBrit and K-Fed giggle until BritBrit finally bursts out laughing. "Somebody farted!" Jesus. In a hysterical juxtaposition, Mo talks about how the two of them just "clicked," while showing them, drooling high, putting gum on BritBrit's nose. Mo continues to talk about how he grew to like K-Fed. It's good we can't see his balls actually being cut off, because that would be gross.
Night. Fresno. "Sad" music. Ah, the K-Fed's Sad Past segment. Wait, I gotta take off my shoes and put my car up on blocks for this. K-Fed tells us he grew up in Fresno. K-Fed stands in a neon polo and a white doo-rag as he narrates this. And yes, it's exactly as tacky and hard to look at as it sounds. His parents divorced. He was sad. He moved with his mom to Nevada. School photos of K-Fed. Was a bad kid. Moved in with dad. We watch as K-Fed golfs. Huh? He moved to Los Angeles, living with six people. His first job was dancing with LFO and they actually toured with Britney but didn't think anything of her because she was so young. And you were a fucking plebe, maybe that's why you guys didn't interact too much. Then we get vintage shots of K-Fed dancing in some video wearing long hair and then cornrows and it's just so awesomely wrong. He's everything I'm not, and I'm very thankful for that.
Back to the car. Night vision. They make faces. "We should kiss," BritBrit says. No you shouldn't! But they do. Vomit! K-FedNow and Boobney talk about how important "the kiss" is. It keeps on. They break…and BritBrit immediately resumes chewing her gum. Klass!
Still in night vision, now we get a pointless graphic reading "May 2004" as she tells us that they just read that Jennifer Aniston and Brad Pitt broke up. She says she has a feeling that he's thinking of her. "She's going to leave me for Brad Pitt," K-Fed says, sitting in a chair smoking, high on PCP. Then he makes a loud farting noise. BritBrit talks about how it's just a fantasy and K-Fed has nothing to say so he says, "How many dreams have you made a reality in your life?" What? "All of them," says BritBrit. I have a dream. It involves a spray can of oven cleaner and a paper bag and Kevin screaming, "I can't breathe, yo." Commercials.