OSHA or somebody should probably put a legal end to this grotesque freak show of injections. Kanye West’s mom is dead. That should mean something more than Kanye donning her clothes and demanding whores run their coke nails through his fro. Skin isn’t carbon fiber. Shit is going to burst. Children covered in viscous body gravy are going to be fractured for life. Looking like Barbie’s less attractive cohort on angel dust is no way to find real love. Even the money is kind of sucky. Discharge a couple thousand cubic centimeters of viscous and let’s see if we can’t get you a a real estate license. There’s no reason you can’t have low self esteem and commission.
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