Thursday, August 24, 2006
A LITTLE REASSURING INFORMATION...
I've just returned from a life-threatening trip into the bowels of her iTunes site, and I can tell you without a doubt that what I discovered is definitely worth it:
I AM A BETTER SINGER THAN PARIS HILTON.
No question. I am goddamned Pavarotti compared to Paris Hilton.
Come to think of it, YOU, whoever you are, are a better singer than Paris Hilton.
My DOG is a better singer than Paris Hilton.
The Paris Hilton, the hotel, is a better singer than Paris Hilton.
Dig into your couch until you find a nickel. That metallic image of Thomas Jefferson, right now, Is a better singer than Paris Hilton. Monticello? On the back? It's FAR AND AWAY singing better, at this very moment than Paris Hilton.
Popcorn.
A can of Pledge.
Cremains.
Cremains that have already been scattered in the ocean.
All are better singers than Paris Hilton.
Her 15 minutes are now officially, signed-sealed-and-delivered up.
Go away, Paris Hilton. Woof.
TT
I've just returned from a life-threatening trip into the bowels of her iTunes site, and I can tell you without a doubt that what I discovered is definitely worth it:
I AM A BETTER SINGER THAN PARIS HILTON.
No question. I am goddamned Pavarotti compared to Paris Hilton.
Come to think of it, YOU, whoever you are, are a better singer than Paris Hilton.
My DOG is a better singer than Paris Hilton.
The Paris Hilton, the hotel, is a better singer than Paris Hilton.
Dig into your couch until you find a nickel. That metallic image of Thomas Jefferson, right now, Is a better singer than Paris Hilton. Monticello? On the back? It's FAR AND AWAY singing better, at this very moment than Paris Hilton.
Popcorn.
A can of Pledge.
Cremains.
Cremains that have already been scattered in the ocean.
All are better singers than Paris Hilton.
Her 15 minutes are now officially, signed-sealed-and-delivered up.
Go away, Paris Hilton. Woof.
TT
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