Every stripper has a dream. Not every stripper has a plan. The latter means you get to gift yourself a red Ferrari on your 29th birthday and pretend it’s from a loved one. You’re a stripper. Nobody loves you.
Blac Chyna has surgically recovered from her second birthing by way of somebody with a revenue stream that most girls on the second stage would kill to have. Tyga turned out to be a FICO flop, but hooking that Kardashian was a whale kill for the ages.
Still Fat Rob Kardashian is worth a mini-fortune by way of doing absolutely nothing. The best kind of annuity. An athlete can get injured, an actor find his reason to hate selling out. But a kid darning socks for gay mid-level executives and earning off his never-ending family drama is a living, breathing 401(k). The day he stops breathing, you get even more through paternity chain.
There’s brains somewhere in those saline soaked hocks. Who’s next on the list? I’d love to see the white board with the Polaroids and the arrows.
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