“Sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly.
“That’s not even the right show, that’s Kourtney and Khloe or Khloe and Kim or Kourtney and Kim take Miami.” Calum spat.
“Ohhhh,” Luke said slowly, “Which one has the crazy Mom and the lord guy with the good hair, his wife is always mean to him and they have kids.”
“That’s keeping up with the Kardashians.” Calum sighed.
“Which one has the black dude?”
“All of them,” Michael muttered.
“No, which show?” Luke sighed.
“That’s Kourtney and Lamar or whatever it’s called.” Calum explained, “But they’re divorced.”
“I thought that was Kim.”
“It was, it is…. It’s both of them.”
“Which one has Kaylie and Kendall?”
“It’s Kendall and Kylie and it’s Keeping up with the Kardashians?”
“I’m so lost.” Luke sighed, “Which is the one everyone hates?”
“All of them.” Michael replied.
“It’s more of a love to hate.” Calum said.
“How do you even know all this?” Liz demanded.
“Mali,” Calum answered robotically.
“He’s full of shit,” Michael laughed, “He likes Kim’s ass.”
“I do not!”
“Bull.”
“I don’t!”
“No, Kim is old and whiny.”
“Which one is Acacia?” Luke asked.
“She’s not a Kardashians!” I laughed, “Even I know that, she doesn’t have a K name.”
“Neither does the poor depressed son no one talks about.” Michael said with his mouthful.
“Good point.” Calum admitted.
“But wait, I’m lost.” Luke sighed, “Acacia isn’t a Kardashians?”
“No,” Calum replied.
“But everyone hates her?” Luke said slowly.
“Yes,” Liz replied.
“Why?” Luke questioned.
“Because she’s wiggled her way into every fandom and pissed them off.” Calum answered.
“What’d she do to us?” Luke asked.
“Sent you tit pics.” I answered with my mouthful, “Remember you told me you’re… Liz found them.”
“Damn right I did,” Liz sighed.
“Where they any good?” Michael questioned.
“Where what any good?” Liz sighed.
“Her jugs,” Michael said casually, pouring himself a glass of fruit bunch, “Her dirty pillows, her buns, her gals, the ol tat as, her mini mounds, her titties, the bobbies, her kitties.”
“Snorting, Calum spit out his drink.
“That’s what she calls her fans!”
“Boobies?” Michael asked.
“No kitties.” Liz sighed, “And her breast size is not something I’m going to discuss with you.”
“Did she have good nips?” Michael pressed.
Part Ninety-Six
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