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Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paris Hilton. Show all posts

Friday, March 28, 2008

Paris Tries Her Hand At Belly Dancing

Paris Hilton, What springs to mind when you hear those words? I could state a few truths right here, right now, but that's not what this article is about, is it now? Recently, Paris Hilton watched a belly dancer named Asena perform on stage and, as usual, felt the urge to upstage her. She therefore ended up on stage, in a horrible dress, trying to belly dance. I'm not sure if there is anyone out there who cares but still, she felt the need to desperately cling to her ever diminishing fame.

My God, is there any part of her body that woman hasn't flashed? Let me think...No, there isn't. I am seriously starting to think that that is the only way she can cling to stardom. By showing off parts of herself that make everyday people cringe - or get turned on, depending on orientation - and dressing in clothes that make my dog look sexier. And my dog is a boy. Seriously, she should just give it up, considering she'd famous mostly for being rich. If she didn't have that fortune, as I have previously stated, nobody would even look twice at her in the streets!

On another topic, I recently heard on the news how Paris visited less fortunate children. I was just starting to think, "Wow, maybe she's changed for the better" when I heard what she did there. She posed with the kids and handed out signed pictures. Signed pictures? Oh come on, Paris, these are poor little kids who have so little food, money and shelter that they are literally below the line of poverty. How the hell are a few signed photos going to help them, huh?

She really is dumber then she looks! They don't need autographs, they need money! Proper education, clean drinking water, enough food, and proper shelter would be the best thing that she could give these kids. Signed pictures! I can't even begin to tell you what's wrong with that! For now, I shall end this article, before it gets too long. But don't worry; I'll be back in about ten minutes with the next article, as I already have a title, picture and story. M-J Out!

Monday, March 3, 2008

Paris leaves little to the imagination in sexy photo-shoot

Over-rated. Slutty. Talentless. These are the words that come to mind when I hear the name Paris Hilton. This photo was recently published of Paris wearing nothing more then a pair of Calvin Klein underwear and a hat. Seriously, is there anything this dried up, talentless slut won't do for fame? I think not. The only reason Paris is famous is because she has the Hilton fortune. But even she knows that the fortune isn't enough to keep her famous. So, at every opportunity, she takes off her clothes and pretends she's sexy.

"Yes, I do get paid to go to parties; in fact, I'm the person who started the whole trend of paid appearances" Oh My Gosh, she is so full of herself! She's trashier then Britney Spears, which is saying something. Another quote from her about how she gets furious when critics claim all she does is party: "It makes me angry because people don't know the real me, and I'm a very hard worker." Says the 27-year-old. Hard worker, my ass. Partying must be very hard on her.

Nobody would even look twice at her if she wasn't rich. The amount of crap she comes out with is starting to crack me up. Her numerous products and endorsements which include hair straighteners, a drink, a new perfume, a dog clothing line, a jewellery line and shoe line. Who would honestly ever buy stuff like that just because Paris says it's cool? If you look closely, there's either paper, a spitball or a lump on her stomach, just below her bellybutton. I'm surprised they didn't airbrush it; they certainly airbrushed the rest of her.

Face the facts, nobody is perfect. There is no way this could be natural. Unless, of course, you define natural as airbrushed, caked in makeup and fake-tanned. I’d love to see her without makeup. Prove she’s not perfect. Calling this shot raunchy would be like calling a dead goldfish sexy. The last thing I have to say for this post is that's the closest I've ever seen her legs together. Normally they're both going in separate directions, if you know what I mean. M-J out!