Oh Paris... I can spend days combing through images looking for just the right celeb to cheer or jeer and then here you are, guns blazing and declaring to the world, "I'm-gonna-look-like-an-effing-tranny-dominatrix-disco-ball-if-I want-to-and-you-can't-stop-me!". You know what Paris? I love you, I really do. I'm being totally earnest. I would never want to stop you. I LOVE you. We've had our odd moments you and I, but in the end, you always make me smile with your cold, dead eyes and questionable taste. That's Hawt!
