My 37th birthday is in a couple of weeks and I won’t have Paris Hilton at my party, mainly because I am not having a party. My 4 friends are too poor to go out and like chilling in parks and bus shelters, while my wife is too fucking fat to leave the apartment. I am not really complaining because I’d rather wipe my wife’s ass, which I do have to do often and hate every fucking second of it, then have to have an event that Paris goes out of her way to show her cunt face at.
I guess this post is a testament of where my priorities lie, as well as some confusion of why Paris’ tits are lookin’ so big even though I don’t really give a fuck about them. What I do give a fuck about is why Perez Hilton annoys the fuck out of me.