On Sunday night, Khloe Kardashian Odom stooped even lower than Kim could go by hitting on her own brother, Rob. Or maybe Rob’s not her brother, after all!
Anyway, Khloe, the Chewbacca of the Kardashians, proved herself to be even more of a repulsive lowlife than her fame-whore sister, Kim.
On Sunday night’s episode, the slime finally hit the fan, and if E! execs had any pride in their product, they would never have run the episode — or, better yet, have pulled the whole idiotic show off the air before it causes further air pollution.
We’re talking about implied incest for ratings! What next? Reality-show murder?
I confess I only watched this garbage after being urged to do so by a guy who watched with his family and was stunned and disgusted by what took place.
On the episode, Khloe’s brother Rob the deadbeat (which, in that family, means you don’t have as many endorsements as the rest of them), supposedly moves in with her and her husband, Lamar Odom.
Khloe tells Rob to promise he’ll never give her attitude again, to which he replies after a bit more idiotic banter, “If I do, I will reduce the size of my penis.” What? I can’t wait to speak like that with my brother.
Chewy then coos, “You don’t have a penis, you have a [bleep],” while draping herself over him adding, “Lamar thinks I’m like Cleopatra, and I’m gonna marry my brother.”
When Rob tells her that’s not going to happen, she says (warning: turn away if you have a weak stomach),“You won’t [bleep] me?”
Even Rob looks like he’s going to lose his last two meals.
Yes, this is what this lowlife bunch has come to: teasing incest for ratings. Hollywood doesn’t need a plague to wipe them out, the Kardashians are a plague — ones who think they are Pharaohs. Maybe that’s why marriages outside their family never work: incest is best.
I thought this kind of last-taboo nonsense had seen its one and only nationwide celeb endorsement after Angelina Jolie declared how much in love with her brother she was at the 2000 Oscars — followed by bro pressing himself against her from the back and wrapping his arms around her waist.
My brother wouldn’t do this to me if I needed the freaking Heimlich Maneuver. He’d let me die and tell everyone I ate the chicken too fast.
Chewy Kardashian went even further than Jolie when she used —on TV yet — the “f” question that should never, period, be asked when addressing a freaking sibling! We’d all be walking around with two heads.
This means that either the K Klan is lower than anyone could have imagined, or the reason Khloe won’t take that DNA test to prove her paternity is because she isn’t a Kardashian after all. Or a human being. Or decent. Or moral.
It’s time for the whole lowly, boring, fame-mongering family to just go away. Farther away even than the “Jersey Shore” slobs, if possible.