Byline: Jeff Vrabel
At this point, making fun of Kevin Federline's single is just piling on, and sort of uncomfortably so. It's like shooting the proverbial fish in the barrel, if the fish was blind, handcuffed and asleep and you were shooting at him with all of the guns available on any given evening in Detroit.
But it's a slow week. Lock and load.
Released at midnight on New Year's Eve, Federline's PopoZao is blazing through the blogosphere with the liveliness generally reserved for just two things. 1. Naked pictures of famous people, and 2. Songs that exist in a singular plane of abject sonic horror accessible only to husbands of famous people, William …