Oh Paris Hilton, you just can't go a week without your damn titties falling out. And it's not like they are terrifically huge and unmanageable. They're small, barely mosquito bites, and yet . . . here we are again, doing the same ol' dance. I think she's just on some sort of nipple-slip calendar. Maybe she's aware that it seems to extend her popularity past the 15 minute mark. Here she is, aparently shooting a video for her just recently delayed music CD . . . yeah . . . she's putting out a record. What? That's going right up next to my copy of K-Fed's album. Those two should be framed and hung over my mantle, just to class up the joint. I mean, there's nothing finer than wastes-of-human-space making sweet sweet music . . . that sends babies into epileptic shock. Below is the NSFW picture. If you want to see video of this (what, really, you want to watch it?), you can check out this
link from AOL of all places.
All that money and she still can't afford a decent rack
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