I’m not sure what goes through a man’s mind when he decides to bare his tranny cheating soul on the We channel for a few shekels. It can’t be the same sensation as pulling down a pass in the end zone while 50,000 fans scream. But fuck, what if it is?
The entirety of the Kendra Wilkinson reality show involves her rehashing the events of discovering that her emasculated purse holding husband was stroking out trannies in Sherman Oaks while she was fully ripe with their second child at home. She cries, she talks about suicide, she kicks him out, she forgives him, will she take him back, will she be a single mom, why does Hank love cock so much. It’s one big tape delayed knuck-fest staged entirely for the cameras and the doughy government check recipients watching at home.
Leading up to the big finale of Kendra’s decision is some inanely staged and rehearsed conversation between the teary husband and wife that would never happen in real life if you saw your husband Frenching a cock on TMZ.
Holy christ, where do you go from there? You’re 32, you’re five years out of the NFL, you got caught whiffenpoofing some half-girl’s noodle, and you’re only job is playing the dipshit crybaby in your wife’s fake reality show. Get the exit bag, Hank, and zip that mother up. Things don’t get better from here. Ask Bruce Jenner.
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