From today's "Kate + 8 - 1" post, compliments of Kanye:
"Great...so now we'll be treated to another interminable season of 'Jon and Kate Plus Eight and Date.'
Maybe, if we're really lucky, Jonny Boy will be able to talk Kate and the Octomom into pullin' a 3-way, simultaneously inseminating these two human puppy mills (h/t celery) with dodecatuplets and ultimately setting up a 'very special' 2-hour season finale featuring both of these fine brood mares, flat on their backs, bellies distended like Hoppity Hops, legs akimbo, vag to vag at ten paces launching newborns at each other with great velocity from their uterine air cannons in the world's first-ever game of premie Gnip Gnop...all the while the entire robed Duggar clan, arms raised and in the fullest throngs of rapture, screaming, 'Praise Jesus, hallelujah!' And the beach bunny? She's keeping score because she's a teacher, so she's probably pretty good with the maths.
Let's not forget about poor Jon. He's over in the corner, sitting on the floor with his knees pulled tight into his chest, rocking back and forth, alternately sobbing and incoherently muttering something about 'the rhythm method' while his hair plugs burst from his head like a Jiffy Pop tin at Chernobyl.
Please, can't somebody toss all of these people into burlap sacks and let them drown in pools of their own self-importance?"
Congratulations, Kanye. You win a brand new Chrysler Cordoba and you can pick it up at Morty's office.
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