This is your up-to-the-second update (that you didn’t want or ask for) of Kim Kardashian’s ever-growing knocked up body. Although, some konspiracy theorists think Kim is Beyonce-ing it and will cover her body with the best baby pillows that Kanye West’s money can buy while a surrogate (SPOILER ALERT: Bruce Jenner, the surrogate is Bruce Jenner) carries the Illuminati’s golden child. Whatever the case may be, the smog above France has been infested with the stank scent of fishy dick queefs and bronzer and it’s all because Kim and Kanye are in Paris right now for some reason.
Don’t ask me why they’re there, but Kanye is of course using their daily walks down the ho stroll to display some fugged up shit on Kim’s body. I don’t even know how to explain that thing. Is it a cape barfing up a jacket? Is it a re-worked Snuggie? Is it a Land’s End fleece jacket? Is it a fupa-hiding poncho? The only thing I do know is that it’s a wreck and Kanye would’ve looked better in it. Kanye would’ve worked that cape thing and put the gay in gay Paree by giving everyone a twirlie show.