bill-swift - July 14, 2010
I love Kim Kardashian, but I can't shake this premonition that the girl is one consumed french fry away from ballooning up like a Russian babushka doll. Of course, present tense, that big sexy butt (and by butt, I mean, boobs and butt) remains one of the finest walking hour glasses on the planet. So, yes, I continue to leer, even as Kim plows her way through football players like a high school cheerleader with self-esteem issues. Each day, a new tight outfit. Each day, new and glorious shots of the finest Kardashian's assets. Until, you know, that day she swallows that fry. Enjoy.
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