The sky is blue, water is wet, Kanye West’s b-hole gets moist whenever Riccardo Tisci adds the thumb up emoji to one of his texts and Kylie Jenner’s lips are full of fillers. Expect that shocking development to be added to the Book of Revelation.
17-year-old Kylie Jenner has said time and time again that her enormous Bratz lips were made with make-up and not Kardashian blood (aka fillers) and every time she said that most of us threw her a side-eye as though she said, “I swear, my mother has a soul.” But after months of denials and after a bunch of stupid kids almost killed their lips from doing the #KylieJennerChallenge, Pimp Mama Kris’ youngest employee has admitted that her neck pillow lips are fake.
In a preview for the next episode of Keeping Up with the Kartrashians, a reporter tries to be slick by asking Kylie what’s the secret to getting “amazing” lips like hers. The secret of course is found at the end of a plastic surgeon’s syringe needle, but Kylie awkwardly tiptoes around the question and instead talks about lipstick colors or something. Kylie then admits during one of those reality TV confessionals that she had “temporary fillers” injected into her lips. Those of you (read: none of you) who believed Kylie and thought her lips just had a growth spurt are probably crying into the deed for the bridge you bought from a friend, because you can’t believe that she deceived you.
Kylie really didn’t have to say anything. It would be shocking if she didn’t have any fillers or anything. I mean, she’s PMK’s child. You’re not officially PMK’s child until you’ve been khristened with a syringe full of filler. If Kylie didn’t want any kind of plastic surgery, it would break PMK’s cold, dead demon heart and she’d clutch at the rubbery skin on her flesh while screaming, “Why do you hate me?!”
And here’s another klip where Khlozilla says that Kylie should just tell the truth about her lips. This coming from a trick whose probably got two giant stress balls shoved under her ass skin:
Why did I watch that first part more than once? All of my future Thanksgivings are ruined now. I’ll have to run out of the kitchen screaming every time I see my mom slathering oil all over a turkey.
And here’s the only all-natural member of the Kartrashians whoring out her toilet book at Barnes & Noble in NYC yesterday.