Shiver

As much as I loves me some Kardashian-watching and secretly wish I could hang out with especially Khloe and wear yellow patent Louboutins and short shorts on a road trip, there is something fitting about Chad Rogers of that horrendous LA real estate program attending Kim's birthday party the other night. I'm pretty tolerant of horrendousness. I actually take great pleasure in it on a regular basis, evidenced by my DVR schedule. But everyone has their limits, and ol' dead lips here is the embodiment of mine. He's just really bad. As in, infuriatingly bad. I look at him and all I'm getting is: Mazeratis and formica and Black Amex Russian Roulette-an overload of Dbaggy images reflecting off the shiny blazer and into my bleeding eyes. Would you purchase a home from this man? My mom gave me the same haircut when I was three and I'm still angry.