Bad news, folks…

…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!

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