The problem with the Kardashian sisters is that they are not uniformly attractive. Thanks to their constant attention seeking, one has no idea whether to get excited or not if one of them has a risque mishap. To be on the safe side, always meet this news with a weary sob.
And so, with the news that Khloe Kardashian has had a nipple slip, or a boob-boob if you prefer, should you be excited?
Well, seeing as Khloe is the one that has a face like a second-hand sofa, it is probably fair to say that you shouldn’t get too excited. Although, that said, you shouldn’t worry about it because a) She doesn’t know you and b) She’s getting excited on everyone’s behalf. Seriously. She loves it. And we have a picture of it for you to shrug at.
That’s right! Khloe Kardashian has said that she really loved her nipslip moment while on TV promoting the absolutely gash Keeping up with the Kardashians show.
Khloe wore a see-through blouse with no bra underneath, making this all seem like a completely intentional act of PR. Of course, this actually makes it less of a ‘slip’ and more of a ‘flash’. Still, you can get away with it when your sister has had full sex with a man called Ray J which everyone on the internet has winced through.
“I had a nip slip and I loved it!”
“My mom just called me saying my nip slip is all over the Internet!
“Ha! Is it weird that I love it?”
Look how pleased Khloe looks to be exposing her breasts while sat on-set of some drab chatshow. Of course, she couldn’t be stopped from flashing her puppy nose to everyone BY ACCIDENT OBVIOUSLY. Apparently, her stylist had advised her to wear a bra, but…
“Being the naughty girl that I am I disobeyed and went bra-less”.
“Personally I love when women show their nipples – perhaps I was a member of a nudist colony in my last life”
Or, perhaps you’re absolutely desperate for the attentions of anyone who shows a vague interest in you after your star was eclipsed by your sister Kim, to the point where you’re willing to get them out for all to see?
Please note: hecklerspray is thoroughly ashamed of our collective bodies, which look like wax effigies that have slowly melted on a sun-filled window. We’d get our nipples out, but they are cracked and weeping like Creme Eggs made of pork scratchings.