Radar Online (via the National Inquirer) reports that Rita Whora-hater Rob Kardashian got the rat poison poked into his mug. Has this dipshit SEEN his step-dad? He wants that on his skull greeting people? This is the shit that happens when some whore gets pissed on in a sex tape, becomes a mega-celebrity because of it, and brings her useless relatives to TV with her. You have 25-year-olds who become so self-involved that they start imagining their faces are falling off. Nevermind your face, put a pin in that ass, power bottom!
“Rob was complaining about his face drooping and that he’s starting to look old,” an insider the National Enquirer. “Kim told him to stop whining and put his money where his mouth is. She turned him on to her trusted plastic surgeon and convinced him to go for a Botox treatment. Rob was all for it and made an appointment right away. “
What fantastic advice from a completely natural-looking young woman. She looks like a seal made out of formica. Definitely go to her guy. Ugh, the Kardashians. Why can’t someone convince them that leeches are still a viable medical alternative? Why can’t they all date Chris Brown when he’s on his period? Why can’t the Manson Family still be a thing and come to their house for a visit?
Supposedly he “walked out of the Beverly Hills office feeling like a new man and more confident than ever.” My question? Does this dude have friends and can you imagine the reaction if they’re not sniveling syncophants? Oh, wait. He did worry, because his “main concerns about getting Botox were having a stiff face that didn’t move and what his buddies would say.” If this twat DOES have friends, I hope to fuck they clown on him for the rest of his life. I hope he gets called “Botox Rob” right up til’ the deathbed. Admittedly, it’s a step-up from “The Non-Factor Kardashian With Girl Ass.”