Scott Disick and a friend in Miami. (June 30, 2013) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
“…and a friend.” Like he really has friends.
They’re probably texting each other.
Douche à deux
Always wondered what happened to Booger.
Text: Hey, can you see my dick moving under my shorts?
Actually, it’s his cousin, Jeff Visagina
Bullshit! He doesn’t have any friends.
Scott (texting) What do you want to do?
friend (texting) I don’t know. What do you want to do?
Scott (texting) I don’t know. What do you want to do?
Is this from VH1’s Wham! Behind the Music special?
His “friend” looks like half a baboon, so this makes sense.
‘Well, as long as you’re here, I can take this Grindr app off my phone.’
I don’t know, but I wish his ‘friend’ would stop pointing his moob in this direction.
His friend is texting: “Send more bananas!”
Friend: ‘Whatcha thinking about?’
Disick: ‘…oh, dunno, how to create an artificial and stable black hole teleportation device using two electro-magnets the size of 20-storey office buildings hooked up to a power source equal to that of an exploding star, and stuff.’
Neither are hot. Both need to hit the gym, like yesterday.
Does this Scott Disick asshole have a job? These pricks are half my age and they seem to be retired already.
Both on Jack’d, looking for some new ‘friends’.
Scott’s friend = butt buddy
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