What’s The Point In Paris?

Now it may just be me, but does anyone in the world find that attractive in the slightest?

Never have I laid my eyes on such a fake, worthless, waste-of -space as Miss Hilton. Why the hell is she classed as a celebrity?! Can she even spell her own name?

Honestly, I’ve seen things stuck on the bottom of shoes that have more common knowledge than that whore. I’m sure that in her empty little head making a sex-tape seems like a good idea, but honestly Princess Hilton, you should have realized that Daddy wouldn’t be thrilled. And baring in mind it’s his money you’re always spending, maybe you should at least be considerate of his reputation.

Speaking of Daddy, DON’T pretend you’re a celebrity in your own right, you’ve been sponging off him all your life and I’m sure you won’t stop any time soon. She’s always called a socialite, code for ’spends-her-parents-money-and-is-only-famous-because-she-likes-to-party’. Now I like to party as much as anyone, don’t get me wrong, but I don’t use my parents fortune to pay for things and then try and say it’s my own money. Paris disgusts me.

It saddens me that she’s probably such a role-model for some people when all she seems to be is a spoilt, self-centered person who has to make TV programmes about finding a friend. Does anyone else think that’s just screams desperation?

Paris, nobody wants to wear your perfume and smell like a hooker! Nobody wants to listen to your wailing that you call ’singing’! To put it bluntly, most people on this planet wonder why you’re even alive. Or at least, I do.

To say I’m not a big fan of Paris’ is an understatement.

I’d rather have a conversation with an amoeba.
I’m sure it’d be more interesting.