K-Fed: My thoughts

Well, aren't you special. You're so special in your sparkling special suit, with your sparkling special earing. You're so special you make special people seem simply retarded again. You're such a special piece of special pie that your slice must be placed, not put, on a plate because put is too inferior a verb for the amount of specialness you exude, and therefore, require from others. You're so special you inspire wealthy people to marry you, pop out a bunch of your babies, divorce you, but then hopefully realize the amount of special specialness they've lost and come back. Damn that special quality of yours. Damn it to a particularly special place in hell!