Remember how Miss Paris was giving us "disco ball goes to the BDSM dungeon"? Well feast your eyes on tranny disco sphere heads to the WWE Summer Slam. I know, I'm speechless. J'adore her attention starved, completely balls out approach to dressing. The girl is a walking exclamation point that screams:
Transmission received honey. We got you loud and clear.
“Nobody wants the fake Prada bag; they want
the brand new bag that no one can get and is the most expensive.”
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Paris Hilton on Her Vagina
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!
Paris Hilton is the celebutard version of abortion. No use in trying to change anyone's mind. You feel one way or the other about her and that's all there is to it. I've got to admit, the girl can keep a schedule. She's whoring herself out non-stop on the international fameball tour.
Here we see Paris out in Malibu, hawking a cheap headband of hair extensions. I know, I know, and here you were assuming she was out receiving a Peabody Award for her contribution to the field of journalism. Considering how often she's talked about, there's a pretty fair case for her getting some kind of recognition.
At this point she is a complete caricature of herself. Look at this chick. She arrived at a beach in heels, wearing cheap hair, carrying a can of her own brand of champagne, and in some bat shit crazy hooker/figure-skater/gymnast ensemble... that has her name spelled out in sequins. That's it honey. I can no longer defend you. Toss her to the blogging wolves. Look at all those people around her just sneering. Impatiently waiting for Jaws, a tsunami, or a killer stingray to do the honorable thing and take the bitch down. (click images to enlarge)
Paris Hilton and PH Industries announced her latest move, a new retail concept designed to take her brand to the next
level. The shop-in-shops, dubbed “Enter my world,” feature a minimalist
white and pink decor with a back wall emblazoned with a giant photo of
Hilton, while the floor includes a runway under the banner, “Join me on
the catwalk.” Other categories include “Share my accessories” and “Open
my jewelry box.” The corners could even be adapted to include Hilton’s
other lines, such as fragrances and apparel. Target consumers range in age from 13 to 20 in Europe, while in the Middle East and Asia, fans go up to 30.
Hilton has been juggling quite a bit lately between her reality show “Paris Hilton Is My New Best Friend,” set to air next month, the celebutard will debut her second music album, and launch her latest fragrance "Fairy Dust".
Most of us know Robert Shapiro as a key player in OJ Simpson's defense team. But did you know he was a philanthropist? Saturday he hosted a BBQ in honor of his dead son Brent Shapiro who was a casualty to drug and alcohol abuse. Someone has passed away, so I'll avoid saying anything too regrettable about being beneficiary and fortunate offspring of an attorney with a questionable moral compass.
Sober Day though huh? Between the lazy eye and expressionless, blank stare it kind of makes me wonder if Paris Hilton kept in the spirit of things. That being said. I think her makeup is pretty, the lesbo cut is working for me today, and the turquoise trinkets are a nice touch. Just stay away from the bar honey.
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