The talentless fuckfest that calls itself Kardashian continues to parade around sponsored events, airports and fat free food chains. It's a sad day when they wheel our your birthday cake and it's got a logo on the side. I wouldn't say you've sold your soul to the devil, but I'd say there is definitely a price on everything from the walls of your uterus to the trust between you and your own mother... Yowch... Who am I kidding... I love these fuckheads and I'm the one that would pay to smell their hair and get them to sign my boobs.
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