Holy Crap.
I seriously hope that this isn't true. Seriously. I'm not going to talk about this because it makes me too angry to be rational, so instead I have one word for you, Paris:
Tinkerbell.
Oh, and by the way, you can't put a rhinestone collar on a kid.
Isn't that sad? For the kid I mean? Egads.
ReplyDeleteDolls? Dogs? Kids? Aren't they all the same. Gotta keep up with the Jones and all that.
ReplyDeleteYikes.
She's said all along she wants kids by the time she's 30. I guess she's moved up her timeline.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite:
"I did a lot of soul-searching about my partying and then I heard Nicole was pregnant and I decided it's time for me to grow up and take responsibility and the best way to do that is to become a mother"
I know.
ReplyDeleteI totally choked over that line. Hah!! We need to have a serious talk, she and I.
Would that take involve taking a shovel to the side of her head? Can I help?
ReplyDeleteHmmm... maybe the shovel would help.
ReplyDeleteI think that the thing that would do paris the very MOST good would be one of those wilderness programs where you get baking soda to clean your teeth with and a few pounds of rice, and you are expected to ruff it in inclement weather. She'd probably need about 3 years to counteract her cush lifestyle, though. The "simple life" doesn't seem to have done much good.