We're obliged to the New York Post for this week providing a much-needed, albeit tenuous, connection between the galactically-talented Paris Hilton and the wonderful world of IT. According to this report, the blonde budding artist last year hooked up with MySpace CEO Chris DeWolfe, and was over the weekend spotted hanging out …
I'm so glad I reread that one three time. The first few attempts had a spurious "f" somewhere in the middle.
Maybe Paris made the same mistake and was disappointed?
...No I have no idea who your are...Should I?
Surely it'd be a public indecency offence, even if it WAS the guy from "The A Team"
There seems to be a typo in your headline.
You misspelled _cock_
I wonder, is Chris DeWolfe's boudoir
full of jarring colours carefully contrived to render all detail indiscernible, music that is probably rubbish (but impossible to actually hear any of due to some incredibly baroque compression), flashing shit, animated wallpaper and a million and one other things that are liable to make the viewer wish for an early death (presuming of course that their eyeballs haven't already given up)?
The goggles, they do nothing, and everyone else is going to use Paris, aren't they?
A title is required
Was at a supermarket queue once (many years ago) when the guy in front of me (suit type, older and soberly dressed) was having an argument with the check out girl. He uttered that wonderful line "Do you know who I am?" and she responded in the correct manner, by grabbing the store pa mike and asking the entire store "Can anyone help me, this man doesn't know who he is".
Suffice to say bloke wandered off without a further word.
Paris is about to find a new, British, BFF on her new, British show "Paris' *British* New Best Friend."
So that's OK then. We give them Who Wants to be a Millionaire. They give us Paris. Fair trade.
Who gives a toss?
Really; who cares what this amateur porn star gets up to? I've half a mind to write a greasmonkey script to purge such stories from my El Reg viewing.
As to Robin Thickie...apt name. Having done backstage work, you have no idea if that is the star or some look-a-like psycho bampot (and the minor stars are worse, jayzuz, jumped up assholes). So you checks the badge. No badge, no dice. Twat off.
Face sucking aliens!
i for one welcome out new face sucking overlords!
you can't just write this shit and not post a picture. big. fucking. tease.
Do you know who I am?
Famously an Aussie ticket desk bod once announced on the tannoy "ladies and gentlemen, there's someone trying to push in to the front of the queue who doesn't know who he is - can anyone here assist him?"
Or words to that effect.
The bloke's wasting his time...
Apparently she doesn't shag.
Number 3 (confirmed?)
Fingers crossed he's got a video camera too...
Same Old Same old
I would imagine Ms. P. Hilton is fairly well acquainted with electro-mechanical toys and is simply attempting a stretch into the more warmblooded variety.
Paris because even she knows how to replace a bettery.
he got his end away with her or at least grabbed a feel. Lucky fecker!
Don't you know who I am? cue laboured heavy breathing...
If I was the security guard I'd be quoting Eddie Izzard and the Death Star Canteen lines.
1) Lord Vader of Cheam
2) are you Mr Stevens ...of Catering?
Every since I found out that she's only boffed two blokes
I Love Paris.
Heck, I'm not even AC for this one.
Double-heck - the wife wants a Chihuahua.
Paris, will you be my girlfriend (and protect me from my wife?)? I'd rather have my first Chihuahua with you (and your money) to be honest.
If not, I'll be sticking with my Amstaff habit. S'up to you, burd :-)
I'm too pissed to follow this or even care. However, in my quest to include Paris in all my submissions, here she is.
I'm going straight to hell
I misread your: the blonde budding artist
as the blonde PUDDING artist
For a minute I had it confused with Facebook and thought she'd hooked up with Mark Zuckerberg. I think that would have been funnier. Like TeeCee, I also misread Flickfinger.