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.
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Isn't that sad? For the kid I mean? Egads.
Dolls? Dogs? Kids? Aren't they all the same. Gotta keep up with the Jones and all that.
Yikes.
She's said all along she wants kids by the time she's 30. I guess she's moved up her timeline.
My 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.
I 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?
Hmmm... maybe the shovel would help.
I 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.
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