this bitch has no dignity..fuckin everybody in the entertainment biz
she's following in her father's footsteps by getting famous black guys off
See, this is what went down:
Daddy Kardash helped Cochran cover up OJ da Juiceman's violent streak knowing he would get bank if he did. But when the case was done, he prolly let Kim know that she should never get with "niggers" or she'll end up like Nicole. And he was prolly thinking, "if these niggers could do that to a white bitch, imagine what they'll do to my Armenian princess (sike)".
But Kim had that teen rebellious streak after daddy died and left a fortune to her. Around the time she was getting famous for kicking it with that neo-Nazi-I-don't-touch-black-men-probably-has-herpes-but-probably-also-gives-good-head-bitch Paris Hilton, she started wondering if everything her dad told her about niggas was true (not niggers anymore, I'm sure Mama Kris was irresponsible enough to keep BET on their cable package, just like most middle American mothers who drink white Zinfandel while watching Oprah).
So Kim gets some plastic on her face and chest, but takes it a step further and decides to give dat ass some cushion. The surgeon behind that procedure probably told her that there was a chance the fat injected around her gluteus could get into her bloodstream and kill her, but as we all know, YOLO! She then gets low-key connected through friends of friends, on that seven degrees of Kevin Bacon shit, to a certain William Ray Norwood Jr aka Ray J aka Brandy's punk bitch brother. He's smashing that with nobody knowing, but decides to get his Spike Lee on and record them going at it one night. His tape gets in the wrong hands, and every teenage boy with Morpheus installed on their computer is glorified with what to many non-black daughters' fathers would pass for beastiality if not for the 13th Amendment.
She gets tired of Ray J's punk-ass just as Reggie Bush is doing his thing as a 3rd down back down South in the Superdome. Reggie is from SoCal and spent alot of time driving around town in his agent-funded-fuck-the-NCAA Escalade to meet celebrities while at USC. He probably went back to town a lot even while with the Saints, and probably linked up with Kim at some "We Takin' Over"-ish nightclub on Sunset Blvd. They get at it, and Kim forgets Ray J even exists.
NOTE: I would like to inject my synopsis of what the other women in her family were doing.
Looking for a positive male role model for her son, Kris Kardashian married ballin-ass Bruce Jenner, who just also happens to be one of the most laid-back fathers ever.
Khloe grows up to emulate her older sister (or half-sister, we can only speculate), and finds a caring counterpart in consistent Los Angeles basketball role player Lamar Odom. They star in a reality show (fuck, does this family admire any sort of privacy) that is cancelled when Lamar is traded to the Mavericks after truck sticking Nowitski in the playoffs and holding out during training camp because the Lakers were hesistant to keep him. He now resides in Dallas, where Dirk has probably called Lamar a "faggot" in German on more than one occasion. His other teammates know Dirk well enough that they know he only uses German to insult them or call pick and rolls. As for Lamar's relationship with Khloe, I can't wait to see how ugly their children turn out to be.
Other younger sister Kourtney (note that the three sisters' first names come out to be KKK, damn OJ really had an impact on their dad) is decent and marries a respectable Anglo-Saxon model named Scott Disick...who turns out to be an alcoholic philanderer. I wonder how she celebrates Father's Day with her infant children.
Anyways, back to the main plot. Since the news that Kim is obsessed with dark dick comes out, she doesn't even bother to hide her relationship with the soon-to-be Heisman forfeiter. However, Reggie's mom won't put up with Kim's Jezebel-esque behavior and forces her son to get her stepping, not that Mama Bush's actions would stop Reggie from dating trashier sluts before he does what every responsible black athlete does and settles down with a nice homely sista (contrary to what the mainstream media reports).
Kim, shamed by Hollywood for her sexual fetishes, tries to redeem herself by associating herself with a light-skinned nigga named Miles Austin. The fling ends, and tired of the paparazzi embarrassing her on a daily basis, Kim projects a motherly persona and marries Kris Humphries, another light-skinned nigga introduced to her by Laker Jordan Farmar.
But Kris is a lame, so Kim extorts him for a reality show contract then drops him like the Browns did Peyton Hillis. Hey, at least the nigga got some bank from the pre-nup, although that makes him look like more of a lame, cause men usually are on the losing end of those kinds of contracts. Her approval rating is worse than that of Congress and she is booed at every nightclub she decides to party at.
At this point, she decides not to give a fuck anymore and chases back to the dark dick. Of all the entertainment niggas should could've chosen from, she gets at the most prestigious yet most heinous one of all: Kanye West. Around Christmas of 2011, the Louis Vuitton Don follows her, and only her, on Twitter. Now we are in April, and every time there are caught eating out, the paparazzi will ask this question:
"What she order? Fish fillet?"