The dark side of the moo
French fry…I smell a french fry back here.
“Kanye? Kaaanyeeeee? You can stop hiding now. I got my divorce. We can get married. Kanye? Kaaanyeeeee?”
“Hey, snipers — that’s your fucking cue!”
Seriously, what are those stilettos made out of?!
holy crap in a diaper!
Which one of these baby bumps goes best with this outfit?
“Miss, umm.. That’s a Humvee.”
“I AM EATING FOR TWO!!!!”
Let’s blow the whale up with dynamite! KABOOM!!
It’s so big.
Her heels are screaming: “You are NOT 128 pounds!” … How much do you want to bet that she is wearing those on purpose? I see a 10 million dollar “miscarriage” in the works.
“You know what I love? When my mom wears high heels and performs manual labor! It doesn’t hurt at all,” said no fetus ever.
“So, do you think my ass will fit in there?”
God, I don’t believe in You, but I’m willing to convert if You should hurl a lightning bolt at some random person. Um…Kim Kardashian? God?
Damn it, I knew it.
somebody please shoot this cow and dump her body in a deep quarry somewhere. I’ll pay you! I’ve got like 8 bucks in my car’s emergency tollbooth fund. anyone wanna go halfsies?
You know her ass is stuck between those two cars, right?
That can’t be her ride, unless Peterbilt started making SUVs.
Better gets some lights or yellow stripes on that ASAP.
Fer fucksake, Kardashian, go home and knit some booties or bake some cookies or something else domestic. Nobody wants to see you out and about in public…
I thought the plant in the background was hay spilling out of the back while Kim was having her afternoon graze.
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