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July 8, 2014 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
Kris Jenner runs her ship like Michael Corleone. You go against the family and you’re out the 4th of July red white and blue family collage. It’s a fate worse than Fredo. His was a merciful death. Fat Rob Kardashian should be so lucky. He got fat on sizzurp and donuts and questioned the social legitimacy of his artificially shaped sisters. That means purgatory. There are no argyle socks in purgatory. And you have to live with your mom and listen to her slam her jack rabbit against her bean while screaming out ‘Fuck me, Number 32, and give me a baby’. You can’t tell me you wouldn’t choose one in the back of the head over that.