Yes, I stole that header. It was too hilarious not to plaguerise (thanks go to Suki for the tip).
Apparently our Britters has had a bad week. First she sniffed a pound of Coke and when she woke up her hair was gone. Then, the nearest wig to be found was attached to a dead transvestite but she held out hope that things would get better and now this...
Visiting the kids at K-Fed's joint, our dear Britters hit a strop and beat some paparazzi's car with some force. I don't see any dents and she's never come across as some sort of muscle demon so I doubt much damage was done... to anything... including her reputation which, come on, doesn't really exist anymore.
The same can be said for the boundaries that a small country of men might have previously known as Paris Hilton's vaginal lips.
Oh wait, that's not Paris, that's a horse! Yes, dear readers, you are both right and wrong because this little baby is actually called Paris Hilton! And their genitalia share similar dimensions and measurements so... come on. Might as well. This story has no point other than to reinforce my dislike for this trashy billionairess and to attract a multitude of google image searchers to my site.
Last entry... What's going on here? Massive head bleed? Fancy new earings?
More to the point! How normal does the great Alba look when not smothered in tons of make-up and self tan!!!! Yay! There is hope for us all!
I'm off to drink a bottle of something disgusting to celebrate. Enjoy your weekends!
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