I'm Staying At The Paris Hilton

Well...Maybe Not...


Why is it that virtually every single time I've elected to act like a complete, total, mindless dumbass in public either my parents or law enforcement snatched me up in the process and the experience ended up costing me time and money?

Meanwhile Miss Hilton can run around endlessly flashing her titties and insulting her grandfather's legacy and network TV and at least half of the world's population applauds her thoughtless efforts.

Like the old saying goes, "Life's a Bitch, then you die (or marry one...)"

I have to go now and draw some more lines on the computer screen.