Kris Jenner laments the birth of her boring, non-hardcore partying children. |
KIM KARDASHIAN - If you all could refrain from eating or drinking while you're at my house, this party will go smoothly. Oh, and talking, too. I don't want to have to wipe up any errant saliva.
KRIS JENNER - **enters while Edward Forty-Hands-ing two Colt 45s** Errant? Who the fuck is Errant? He sounds lame.
KIM - Oh, great. You're here.
KRIS - Damn right, fat ass. It's time to kick this party up a notch. **grabs Rob's friend Bongz, makes out with him**
KIM - Mom, stop. That's Rob's friend.
KRIS - Fine. His breath smells like cheese, anyway. **pushes Bongz away** Toga! Toga! Toga!
KIM - It's too late. Everyone already came wearing their own clothes.
KRIS - Oh. Fuck. Hey, look over there!
KIM - **turns head** What?
KRIS - **spills entire contents of a forty on Kim's white throw pillow** Oh, I thought I saw Mason jogging.
KIM - My throw pillow! Why did you do that?
KRIS - To teach you not to furnish your house in white stuff. Isn't that the kind of stuff mothers teach daughters? **leans over the pillow and vomits**
KIM - Stop intentionally vomiting on my throw pillow!
KRIS - Sorry. Carl's Jr.
KIM - Gross! Ok, I think Bruce needs to take you home now. You're too wasted.
KRIS - Dude, you suuuuccccck. Of all the things that could have come out of my vagina, I get a lame non-partier. I'm a failure of a mother.
KIM - Aw, Mom. Not a complete failure. Khloe tells jokes sometimes.
KRIS - That's true. That's true. **passes out**
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