I just figured out where they buried Robert Kardashian after Kris wished him out of her way. Just look at that gargantuan ass beast in a Baby Huey sized adult diaper. You could fit several mid-sized Armenian corpses in that trunk. Kim Kardashian waddled her fat injected dumper through Miami yesterday to make some quick merchandising cash for the Kardashian clan who recently got calls from their Cayman Island bank that their piles of gold no longer reached all the way to the ceiling. We can't have that. The perfect time for a new clothing store opening in Miami for emotionally unresolved young women to appropriate their father's good money to look like a Kardashian. I'd be worried about the next generation if it weren't for the fact that millions of young women who think they need to barter cheap sex to be loved isn't really such a bad thing.
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