As if having our television airwaves flooded with the antics of America's favorite Armenian clan wasn't enough, Kim Kardashian is set to bless the world with an album. And before you ask: No, it is not a collection of coital moans. TMZ recently reported that Miss Kardashian, the Negro Slayer, has been in the studio with he-who-breathed-life-into-Rihannald McDonald's-career, Sir B Cup Manboob himself, The-Dream. I am not surprised, honestly. The woman's mouth is quite powerful. The same mouth that reintroduced R&B's cockroach infestation, Ray J, to the masses. That same mouth then sucked the door open for her family--spawning two reality shows (with a third on the way), a clothing line and countless product endorsements and making possible the union of transgendered sister Khloe and the most undesirable LA Laker that ever crawled the earth, Lamar Odom. Album content has yet to be revealed, and there is no word on if the sextape that started it all shall be packaged with the release. Personal commentary aside, I must applaud Kimmy's business savvy; she made the best of a potentially embarrassing situation and is on her way to finally being celebrated for what comes out of her mouth instead of what went in. Handclap for you, girl. Now let's see how Montana Filet O'Fishburne will top that. Actually, let's not.
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