As Pimp Mama Kris’ prized pig tries to give the performance of her stupid life by woeisme-ing over her publicity stunt marriage coming to an end at LAX last night (see below), the whoriest whore of all whores is out there whoring out her dead best friend for some attention of her very own. Pimp Mama Kris is peddling her memoirs about how she went from Jack Tripper’s wingman to an ambassador from HELL, and in it she basically digs up Nicole Brown’s grave with her satanic claws, pulls out the bones and poses next to ’em for the cameras. Just when you thought this fame fucking whore master couldn’t get any lower, the bitch opens a trapdoor.
Long before Kris’ ex-husband got O.J. Simpson off, she was best friends with Nicole Brown Simpson and she claims that the two talked the morning of the murder. According to Kris, Nicole wanted her to come over to talk to her about something important (important being her ex-husband was going to kill her). Kris couldn’t get away from her family duties and she thinks that if she did meet with Nicole, her friend of 15 years would still be alive today. Radar has the excerpts that will be used to argue for Kris Jenner to take Lucifer’s place after he destroys himself over creating these whore monsters.
Nicole called her early on June 12th, Kris writes. “Nicole said, “Can you get over here…? I need to talk to you. It’s really important’.”
Busy with her own children, Kris asked if they could put it off until the next day. But Nicole was persistent. “‘That’s okay, can you meet me tomorrow for lunch? I really have to talk to you about something really, really important’.” Says Kris, “It would be the last time I would ever speak to Nicole.”
The next morning, Kris was plunged into shock and trauma as she woke to the news that her close friend had been stabbed to death. “I instinctively knew that in some way O.J. had something to do with her death.
“I truly couldn’t believe she had been so betrayed by the person who she had once loved most. That O.J. would be so destructive and selfish and jealous that he would do that to her was just mind-blowing to me. All these thoughts were running through my mind: This can’t be true.”
Her sadness grew even deeper as she realized that changing her schedule to meet Nicole on the eve of her murder could have saved Nicole’s life. A mutual friend later told her, Kris writes, that “Nicole had been beaten up by O.J. and she had been keeping this physical proof in the form of photographs and, it would turn out, other evidence, in which she had documented seventeen years of abuse. Nicole really wanted someone close to her to know what was going on, so that somebody – namely me – could be a witness.”
Kris was devastated at missing the opportunity to possibly save her. She recalls screaming, “‘Oh my God! It’s too late! It’s too late!’…The realization that she had wanted to confide in me hit me so hard. … And I had let her down.”
This bitch’s ego probably looks like the inside of a colonic machine. What’s the point of saying this? Did Pimp Mama Kris even testify that she spoke to Nicole that day? Probably not. Why testify for free when you can testify in a tell-all book for a quick check?
The only way to shut this Pimp Mama Kris’ mouth is to let her know that if she “saved” Nicole Brown Simpson’s life, then there probably wouldn’t be a murder trial, which means Robert Kardashian wouldn’t be a household name, which means Kim would still be Parasite Hilton’s Valtrex holder and the tattered skin on Ray-J’s dick would be more relevant than her entire family. “Uh. Strike my last statement from the record” is probably the line that would fall out of Pimp Mama Kris’ mouth next.