It seems that pure class runs in the family for attorney Robert Kardashian, one of the deceased members of O.J. Simpson’s so-called “Dream Team.” Oh that he would have lived to see what his little “entrepreneur” of a daughter had turned out to be. As Johnny Cochran would have quipped, if the sex tape is denied, it surely will be buyed. Or bought, whatever the case may be. In Kardashian’s case, you can buy her much denied* sex tape on March 21st, according to the expert research of Miss Celebitchy.
If you want less pr0n with the same amount of suggestive sweaty breathing, US Magazine provides us with a teaser of the crappy workout tape that Kardashian is pushing:
Surely, this shall be the hottest workout craze since Alyssa Milano’s Teen Steam.
*The Feb/March issue of Complex Magazine contains the interview in which Kardashian famously states, “There is no sex tape!” Below are fairly racy images from the accompanying photoshoot. Is it just me, or does her ass crack perhaps rival Death Valley for lowest elevation point in the United States? Someone really should research that pressing issue.
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Boobies.
I’d do that research for you, but I’ve got a pressing, um, meeting to attend that involves me, Brad Pitt, two sheep and a kiddie pool filled with jello.
She does have a, um, long torso thing there.
ewww
Thread derail:
abh, you should seriously check out and do a post about 300, even if you trash it whatever, I wasn’t going to see it but reviews like this one:
http://www.aintitcool.com/node/31520
sold me on it, plus lefties are going apeshit negative on how it “unapologetically supports war and killing” defending your home and freedom and family and stuff (dana somebody from slate, his is hilarious too, he doesn’t mean it to be)
anyway, everyone go see it because:
“The movie takes place about a million years ago, and it’s sort of like a prequel to SIN CITY. Except way less guns and cars but twice as much skull splitting. If you watch this movie and go into a Taco Bell, and say to the cashier, “I need some extra sauce packets” guess what? You’e getting twenty sauce packets because your face will punch him in the brain.
I can’t spoil the plot because THANK GOD THERE ISN’T ONE. Just ass kicking that kicks ass that, while said ass is getting kicked, is kicking yet more ass that’s hitting someone’s balls with a hammer made of ice but the ice is frozen whiskey.”