Sonofabitch, I feel like friggin' Pacino in GODFATHER 3 - I try to get out of Kim Kardashian, but she keeps pulling me back in. I really, really, really want to just despite everything she is. Take these pics - they're from her recent visit to the LIVE with Kelly show, which is yet another thing I hate. There's so little happening here that I have any interest or even tolerance of. It's Kim, the epic queen of superficial, on one of the most vapid shows ever, talking about her make up or some shit.
But then, dat ass shows up and suddenly all that other shit no longer matters. All those pissed off and annoyed voices in my head are quickly silenced by the crushing and irrefutable will of my male sex drive, rendering any and all dissent mute. Those hips and those tits and the whole hourglass on steroids thing she's got going on works its way into my mind, and suddenly I'm smitten. It's a terrible, gut-wrenching, ruthless kind of fascination that ensnares me even as I desperately try to claw my way out of it's persistent grasp.
God, I loathe you Kim. And I so desperately want to bang you senseless.