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December 28, 2015 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
The Kardashian Christmas card has become an annual tradition of splotched up harpies showing off tits while Bruce Jenner leers on jealously on from the side dreaming about the day he could wear something sassy and tight himself. Last year Kris Jenner ditched the card because too many members of the family were on suicide watch or passed out beneath the far back booth at Arby’s. Cute kids are the last refuge of scoundrels. Why not. Kris Jenner fired off flares from her carbon lined vagina and her staff of Peruvian castratos dressed the grandkids up like whore night at Mommy and Me. Certain Arab emirs receiving the card have already made inquiries. Grass on the field means nothing to a man who lives in a desert. Prices are on the back. You break, you buy. Nobody in this photo has the last name Kardashian.