You ever play that game at sleepovers when you were kid where’d you were supposed to say the name of some old dead witch seven times at midnight into a mirror in a dark room at midnight and the witch was supposed to appear and like kill and rape you and scary ass shit. Paris Hilton is that fucking witch! That dead rotten scary ass old witch.
And we keep summoning her by mentioning her name over and over again, if the world just collectively decided not to talk about her she’d never appear again, because she’s a non-person who’s never done anything except have a lot of money and tape herself getting fucked by a cokehead’s viagra dick.
Of course I’m just as guilty as the next gossip and booby site at dragging her emaciated corpse out for easy laughs and hits, and I’m doing it right now, hopefully for the very last time (but probably definitely not the last time) since she and her bodyguards decided to fist fight some paparazzi who were snapping her and violating her privacy – this brilliant tactic basically back fired as the world now has pics of her causing a ruckus and flashing her panties while battling for her honor, tap the pics for the full versions:
Via TheNipSlip.com





