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You walk outside and spot a liquor store. "I'm thirsty!" You stroll over to the store and walk in. The vibrating egg is really turning you on even though the anal plug is no comfortable. You look at the woman clerk behind the counter. She looks to be in her late twenties. "Hi, I'm Kendall Jenner."

"Um, OK, hello. May I help you?"

You spot the bourbon aisle and head to it. You grab a bottle of cheap bourbon and open it. You take a chug.

"Um, I'm sorry, you can't do that in here!" says the clerk.

You take the bottle up to the counter. "I'm fucking Kendall Jenner, bitch! I get more instagram followers in an hour than you'll have friends your whole life. My family is rich and famous, and we do whatever the fuck we like!" I take another swig then wipe Kendall's mouth with the back of her hand.

The clerk is furious. "I don't give a fuck who you are. You have to pay for it and drink it elsewhere, or I'll call the cops!"

"I dare you! I'm Kendall Jenner! My dimwitted sister Kim just has to waggle her huge ass at club opening and makes enough to buy this dump. My dumbass sister Kyle is too stupid to figure out how to use birth control, but she just has to put her name on some stupid over-priced $300 make up brushes, and bitches like you rush out to buy them!"

This just angers the clerk more and she picks up a phone. You take another swig, this time a long one.

Kendall is still screaming in her head. You feel a buzz coming on. You flip off the clerk and leave the store. You go to the first car you see and climb on top of it. A few people gather to look. "I'm Kendall Jenner! You low-lifes worship my family, and you should! We are rich, famous, and hot!" You start dancing around.

A few minutes later, a patrol car pulls up. Two cops, one male and one female get out.

"Please get down from there, ma'am," said the male officer.

You climb down. The officers approach you.

"I'm Kendall Jenner! I can do whatever the fuck I want!" You wave the bottle of bourbon, splashing it on the two officers.

The officers grab you and pin you to the car. One of them takes the bourbon from you. They handcuff Kendall's wrists behind her back. Well, good luck explaining this! I concentrate.

I'm now back in my bedroom. Later that night, I catch a news report on "Kendall's" antics. They show her mug shot, and she looks ridiculous. She looks both drunk and sad and tears have made her makeup run down her cheeks. The news said she is undergoing a psychological evaluation. I check Twitter and Facebook, and it's full of reports of what Kendall said and did. I'm pretty satisfied by myself. I wonder who to possess next