Vanity Fair Magazine: "The Diary of Knorth West Kardashian"

Now I know I may take my jabs at the Kardashian klan a lot...a whole bunch...but I would never expect a publication like Vanity Fair to have spoof articles written by Knorth West Kardashian aka Kim Kardashian and Kanye West's unborn child (it was reported that Kimye wanted to name the baby North).

Check out of the few diary entries Vanity Fair has published online.


At intervals, we publish the exclusively obtained diary entries of Knorth Kardashian West, the unborn child of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West. Today’s entry concerns a certain feud.

Diary,

Bring out the furs because hell has frozen over. It’s like Gstaad down there, without all the motherfucking idiots I’m trying to avoid.

I never thought I’d say this—which, no, is not a joke about my still-developing vocal cords, you insensitive piece of shit—but I think my mother out there has listened to me too much. You hear that, Ma? Know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em, know when to nag your army of inattentive Claire’s employees to buy your goddamn bronzer. Radar Online, please take it (far, far) away:

Nikki Sixx took exception to Kim Kardashian‘s timing Monday night, when the reality TV queen plugged one of her beauty products as news spread of the tornado in Oklahoma City that killed at least 51 people, 20 of whom were children.

Here’s how it all unfolded: After Nikki posted an ad for Red Cross relief on his Instagram, Kim wrote shortly thereafter, “Love that I can gradually build the perfect bronzed glow I want with #Kardashian Sun Kissed Tan Extenders.”

The Motley Crue wildman, perhaps fed up with the vapid vibe the socialite gave in the face of calamity, shot back on his own account, “Pick your priority or pick your poison. Pretty embarrassing screenshot Kim. Aren’t your 15 minutes up?”

Without giving too much credence to wisdom spun from the narcotic-flashback-riddled brain of the Chris Kirpatrick to Tommy Lee’s Justin Timberlake, there is a lesson to be learned here, Ma. First: I’m not saying to turn away from the mirror—Jesus Hardee’s Chris, by all means, that isnot the problem here. But if you could catch sight of a television in the background of your own reflection—a television turned to something other than E!—it might help get the one 80s rock star without a televised singing-competition coaching job off your back.

And two: “gradually”? Are you fucking kidding me with this? What is this, the M.I.T. linguistics department? Use fucking smaller words. Bigger words mean less bigger money, O.K. Ma?

Salutations, Chomsky!
Knorth

Read MORE of the diary  HERE


Although I chuckled at a few of the diary entries I  find this to be tacky on the part of Vanity Fair but I'm sure Kris Jenner is loving the fact that her unborn grandchild has already made it to Vanity Fair.

Poor kid, already being mocked and laughed before shitting it's first pamper.


Speaking of names, I think Kanye may name the baby after his mom, Donda, if it's a girl.