Khloe Kardashian and Mason Disick in Miami. (December 2, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
“Mommy, I told you I don’t have a dollar!”
Wookie tit. That kid is scarred for life.
Like a giant cow feeding a calf.
That’s actually Lamar….
“Call me “Mrs. Robinson!””
The he-beast has tits? I’m so confused now.
Is that a BRA covering her nipple? Worst. Kardashian. Ever.
Admit it. You find me attractive.
Wow, how boring!
So you see sea levels aren’t rising, it’s the land that’s sinking.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds, with visions of hairy udders, dangling over their heads.
“Okay Mason… in this version of hide and go seek I hide you in this hole and you seek a way out before you suffocate.”
The mothership has landed.
Someone needs to tell the kid to “Let the Wookie win.”
That reminds me, its lunchtime.
(Arrow spins, pull-string retracts…)
“The cow says: MOOOOOOOOOOO!!”
“Now, pretend that bike is Grandma holding a camera yelling stage directions as the girl climbs on you like this…”
Yo…tits are tits, and some of my favorite things in the world (along with pussy, fresh apple fritters, movies about serial killers, and world peace). Khloe’s are pretty fair sized, at that, and I like ’em!
Just like BJs even a bad motorboat is still a pretty god damn fun motorboat.
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