That's their Christmas card. Seriously.
Maybe the coolest thing that I saw on TV this year took place last week when Barbara Walters interviewed her Most Fascinating People of 2011 (that were most likely picked by the ABC network) and she told the Kardashians to their faces: “You don’t really act. You don’t sing. You don’t dance. You don’t have any — forgive me — any talent.” Oh you’re forgiven, you silver fox. You’re forgiven all night long, because I absolutely love that they thought they were going to be praised yet again and that mean ol’ lady just sucker punched them all.
And the reason I’m bringing this up is because I’m kind of starting to feel bad for Kris Humphries, but not in a “This poor guy is being dragged through the mud” kind of way. More like, “Good Lord, this oaf really had no idea what he was getting himself into.” And we should probably point and laugh when he gets sideswiped on Good Morning America, because he’s a fool for thinking they wanted to talk to him about being a NBA free agent. Even teams don’t want to talk to him about that!
Now he’s being painted as verbally abusive and an all-around dick by this scripted, favorably-edited swill, and I sort of feel bad for him, mostly because his ex-wife is out doing stuff like this…
“Kim had never had the gifts delivered,” an insider claims. “The store was still waiting for her to give them an address.”
So the week after she filed for divorce, claims the source, “She went in to the store and told them that she didn’t want the stuff after all. She had them just give her store credit for everything.”
And with that, store insiders say, Kim, 31, bought a slew of luxe watches, including a pave diamond and shell dial Rolex for sister Kourtney.
(Via OK! Magazine)
Unless Kim ends up making a sex tape with the starting 5 of the L.A. Clippers, this is the last thing I’m ever going to write about her on this site, because it’s just a perfect accusation of greed and reprehensible, disgusting behavior to pile on someone expects to be worshiped for no good reason. Unless she wants to buy me a Rolex, then I’m willing to be a little nicer.
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Barbara Walters is my hero.
“Good Lord, this oaf really had no idea what he was getting himself into.”
That’s it exactly. You nailed it.
They’re standing under 3 giant tits, yeah they’re don’t want any sort of attention.
I still wanna shovel my wang all up in her guts, but now it’s accompanied with a good helping of shame and self loathing. More than usual, actually.
I like how the mom is in a bright shiny dress front and fucking center of everything, while the one member of that family anyone has ever given a flying fuck about, the amateur porn star, is the most concealed of the group.
They’d be way more successful if they’d just take racier pictures of Kim and used those pics as their holiday pictures. Being aware of what got you your money is pretty important.
Lamar Odom, you’re better than this. No much, but still.
I was sad that with leather never did a write up on the Syracue Crunch of the AHL offering Kris a job with them so that he could have somewhere to work out while he is unemployed and not just completely fall apart.