I don’t mean fuck her hard or fuck her good or fuck her good and hard. I’m not talking about anything pleasurable enough to include mirrors, vibrators or anal beads.
Grudge fucking is fun, so that’s out of the fucking question.
You can’t slap a Kardashian because those bitches get-off on it; you can’t push a Kardashian off the balcony, even though it would be satisfying to hear the thud of a Kardashian body hitting concrete, because the press would pick-up the story, and those bitches get-off on it; you can’t stop watching or facebooking or tuning-in or paying attention to the Kardashians because we get-off on it, bitches!
This is our fault. This is our sickness. We have a case of Cultural Chlamydia. My remote control needs to be swabbed for pus. It burns.
Mommy, it burns.
How much money did Kim spend getting married? Kim got married. Unlike millions of loving gay couples, Kim got married.
I’m not writing this to make a stand. I’m writing this to make a plea: stop. In the name of my cock: stop. In the name of all future boners: stop. In the name of my favorite Jew, Jesus Fucking Christ: stop.
Stop Keeping Up.