nowayjose said:
...perhaps she doesn't like to read.
She can't. She actually has someone on her payroll, a member of her "posse" (you know, the word little white kids use when they want street cred) who goes into restaurants and reads her the menu. She was on Letterman once explaining this...said (I quote)..."Reading is
Hard!" Stupid rectal wart.
What really kills me about this are all of her retarded followers. I mean, the young girls, I can see. She's a butch-looking Barbie. But these freakin'
guys! First off, the idiots (all three of them) who showed up to "protest" her sentencing hearing with signs calling her a "martyr." Guess no one told these spooge-eaters what the definition of a martyr is...last time I checked, Paris hadn't actually died for a cause (she pays someone to do that). Not to mention that "martyr" wasn't even spelled right. Must've been that second syllable.
Then you get these queens who were crying outside of her latest hearing. Grow the hell up! I guess it's to be expected. Paris is a perfect representation of this generation, what I call the "Entitlement Generation". They're plugged in to everything, accepting nothing less than instant gratification without any actual effort, listening to music created on a laptop using someone else's music in a loop and whining when life gets "stressful". Poor babies.
This judge should be awarded a Person of the Year award for this. Hopefully, this will encourage other judges to stop being dick-handled by the rich and famous and start locking thier asses up for the crap they pull. Next time Russell Crowe smashes some poor kid in the face, I want to see him jail...Like I'd be. Next time Naomi Campell pulls her (warantless) Diva Violence Bullshit, I want to see her in a cell...like I'd be. Next time Mel Gibson gets cought driving while plastered, I wanna see bars in front of him...like we'd all get.
To all of her "supporters" (ie: self-entitled losers), get a life, accomplish something and let this be a warning that there are consequences in life...even if you do have 1,500 MySpace friends.
And now, we return to important things.
Now watch someone get her out again because she is mentally stressed out. 
Goddamn vultures.
