And The Kardashian Koven Keeps Growing…

Meanwhile in an office tower in the 7th circle of Hell, an already-overworked Satan is buzzing for his secretary, Leona Helmsley, to bring him two Extra-Strength Tylenols and a new Kardashian Kontract. “What are we at now – 14? 15? They just keep spawning! I need a drink.”

Congratulations are in order for Pimp Mama Kris, as she has become a GRANDMOTHER (you know she totally hates that word) for the fourth time. UsWeekly says that Kim’s pseudo-hipster sister Kourtney Kardashian gave birth to her third child with real-life 80s high school movie villain Scott Disick yesterday in Los Angeles. Kourtney and Scott welcomed a baby boy, but nothing else is known, because they’re very private people and want to keep it to themselves. Just kidding! They’re probably saving it for whichever magazine sends them the check with the most zeros on the end. “Thank you, Carp-Talk!” shouts Pimp Mama Kris.

Kourtney and Scott already have a 5-year-son named Mason Dash (new baby was actually born on Mason’s birthday) and a 2-year-old daughter named Penelope Scotland, and I have no idea if they’re going to try to incorporate their names into the third baby’s name as well. But in the event they don’t, I’m sure Scott is pushing for something super douchey, like “Money Rolex” or “Cash First Class” or just a bunch of dollar signs.

But there is someone I feel sorry for in all of this, and no, it’s not the baby who has to look into the terrifying rubber face of Auntie Kim. It’s Mason! Sharing a birthday is THE WOOOORST, but sharing it with your own brother? What a bummer. If I were that kid, I’d call up Unky Rob (he ain’t doing anything) and ask him to drive me to wherever you go to get your birth date changed. “While you’re there, wanna pick me up a couple emancipation forms?” shouted North West the second she realized her mom just cropped her out of an Instagram selfie.