…the Apocalypse is on, after all. With a few months’ delay.
Yes, that’s right…Kimye hath spawned.
But don’t worry; as is the wont of little old ladies everywhere, three fabulous grandmas have come to save us all:
There ya go. As long as we have the Internets, this tiny scion, this little Reese’s peanut-butter cup of overblown egotism and talentless vapidity, is gonna grow up knowing exactly what his mom’s sole claim to fame and fortune is. And that she’s a lousy lay, to boot.
Happy New Year!