Here's the latest bit of news from the news that's pretty late...pretty late as in the opposite of ugly Hilton.
We have heard from very reliable sources(not the Uknitted Nashins) that Paris is looking towards God and Poetry as her alternative to crying over unperfumed toilet seats.
We are also in possession of a piece of poem written by her whiness-
"That's Hawt, that's Hawt, that's Hawt...
Oh Gawd, oh Gawd, oh Gawd...
That's Hawt, that's Hawt, that's Hawt...
Oh Gawd, oh Gawd, oh Gawd..."
Well, she may not be as good as Shakespeare or George Shush, but she sure is picking up. We hear her next poem is about a "simple life". Don't expect too many new words though...
Signing off,
- the kickbutt morons
