“I’ll let you have that one” Megs told me yesterday, when she stumbled upon this capture of Ms Hotel Heiress Hilton. Oh gladly.
You see, I hate her fu**in’ guts. However, whether it’d be her intellectual level of an underdeveloped baboon infant, her distinctive chin line, her stiff & striking papparazzi pose, her periodic outcries of media attention whoring, or scandalous, yet amusingly explicit DVD materials in diffused light — Paris is always good for a bash. I get the feeling today will be dedicated to the older Hilton sis, just because she deserves it.
Regarding the picture above, there is one question unanswered. Paris, what were you thinking? You are not supposed to hang freshly slaughtered wildlife off your shoulder, silly!