So I'm in the front of the office, the radio is on and the DJ says that Paris Hilton was released from prison today, a scant day or two into her 23-day sentence, because she was depressed.
Stop the world, I want to get off...
Thursday, June 07, 2007
I don't even know where to begin...
Posted by Kemp at Thursday, June 07, 2007
Labels: give me a effin' break, Pop Culture
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Isn't jail supposed to be depressing? Smells like a scam...and no doubt she'll find herself in trouble again somehow.
Yeah, and three troops died yesterday. Who do you think made bigger headlines?
Don't worry. She's on house arrest. Even though her 'house' is the size of my home town.
I'm sure she's learned her lesson, huh?
I know. I almost puked.
Really.
She's back in the slammer now, though, right? Public outrage actually accomplished something.
Also, can I admit that I was drawn to your blog because you have Sam Fisher as your avatar? :-) Hubby and I have ongoing debates over who would win in hand to hand combat: Sam Fisher or Jack Bauer. I'm not gonna tell you who's on which side.
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