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December 20, 2016 | celebrity | matt-ralston | 0 Comments
Rob Kardashian could not best be described as a publicity whore. Almost the opposite, a fat recluse who can’t have any male friends come around because they will most certainly fuck all of his sisters while he sits alone in the hot tub. Sure he’s made a few reality show appearances here and there, but who wouldn’t dip their toes until they realized they were burning from the festering semen. If Rob was a reality show guy, wouldn’t he be in the gym all the time, stepping out looking fresh and making appearances at shitty nightclubs?
Even if he’s not into the whoring thing, wouldn’t he have a spin off show making fun of the other Kardashians, because that shit would be huge! On the contrary, he shuffles about the house popping pills and occasionally oversharing on Instagram. His sense of reality is so mired that he succumbed to Blac Chyna’s advances without too much protest and actually came inside of her because he just needs to feel something, and you can barely feel her pussy. This can’t be a publicity stunt. It’s one thing for Brandy’s brother to fuck you on camera, but nobody would voluntarily some off like this much of an ineffectual gimp:
“This weekend I was in an emotional bad place and did some things that embarrassed myself and my family. I apologize and I’m seeking help to deal with my flaws/issues. Please pray for me and I’m sorry @blacchyna. You are a great mother to our child and I love you.”
Holy shit, what could you possibly do to embarrass this family? Ask to be pegged by all the guys who fucked your wife? In a train? On Christmas? While wearing only your designer socks? You’ve brought shame to the family Rob Kardashian. There’s a knife in the crawl space. Do the right thing.
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