Whore Moon Over Miami

October 15, 2012 / Posted by:

You probably can’t tell that’s Kim Kardashian’s ass since it doesn’t have a black peen all up in it, but that’s Kim Kardashian’s ass. “Yes, I’ll have an order of the piss-glazed rump roast with a side of cold whore topped with gay sardines” is probably what every diner at Prime 112 in Miami ordered last night when they watched a panty-less Kim stroll in with Kanye West.

Ever since Kanye took over as Kim’s head stylist, he’s really done his best to make her look like it takes several master sausage casers, a half a dozen pig wranglers, a herd of tugboats and a hundred tubs of mantequilla to get her dressed. The hell is she wearing? A better question is, who the hell does she think she is? Bitch, the year is not 1992 and next to “occupation” on your tax return, you can’t write: a member of En Vogue. So give it up, turn it loose!

Speaking of turning it loose, Reggie Bush and his knocked up piece had dinner at a restaurant right next to Prime 112 at the same time Kim and Kanye were making a dining room full of people get the heaves from being exposed to that much smugness. So when Kim and Kanye came out, one of the paps asked her if she wanted to congratulate Reggie for putting a fetus in a trick. That made Kanye bust into one of his theatrical bitch meltdowns and he grabbed at the pap’s camera.

Meanwhile, Kim smiled the whole time, because: a) She was getting more attention and; b) Bitch was extra light in the head (and that’s saying a lot), because her skirt was on so damn tight.

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