The fucking Kardashians

All the young girls who adore the Kardashians….read this!  (I know, zero young girls will read this).

The only thing I ever liked about the Kardashians was Kim as a younger woman…I must say, I thought she was a stunningly sexy woman, totally eye popping.  Incredible curves in a Mediterranean ish package.

That’s it.

Nuttin’ else.

Folks livin life on real TV in defiance of everything that is good, wonderful, meaningful, and worthy in this life.

I have no Kardashian money.  I live in a Unibomber shack in Nowhere, USA.  I have a laptop…I have the reciprocated love of my son…and I have the laughter of my few friends (and a small amount of pot).  Grey beard, big gut, smell bad.

GOT    IT     ALL.

Kardashians have billions, lots of sycophants, publicists, managers, and their fucking mom, Momager.  They must have a daily presence on TV or social media or they will fucking die.

Teenaged daughter, who actually was fairly homely now is a plastic surgeon assisted hottie, who had the surgery done before the age of 18!

Isn’t that illegal?

Daddy, Bruce, also a mommy!  The Woman of the Year!  Sorry, FOUR BILLION REAL WOMEN ON THE PLANET!  You are losers.  Bruce wins!

Can you say Kardashian bribe!  Can’t wait for Bruce’s tearful admission that he was diddled by Bill Cosby.

Here is my guarantee-

All the Kardashians will wake up one day in their fifties, look around, and say….

“What the fuckin’ fuck.”

And they will look out their window, peer into the distance, see a doublewide trailer with toilet bowl planter in the front…peer into the window, and see a large smelly guy tapping on a keyboard…and think…

“Man, he’s got the life.”