Wednesday, November 22, 2006

Paris Hilton puked on stage.


Joshua Radin (who?) witnessed the incident...
Paris Hilton …was sitting next to me the whole night. Seriously, next to me, like our legs were touching for a good 5 hours. Now don’t get the wrong idea. She never once said hello, nor even looked in my direction. Five hours. And it was unreal to watch. She must have pulled a compact out of her bag every 6 minutes to stare at herself and pose while Jay-Z was performing 18 inches from us.
“Paris, who had been swilling straight vodka from [a] Grey Goose bottle for hours, gets up on stage, has the people in charge throw her ‘record’ on the house stereo for her to lip sync two of her songs.She gets up on the stage, pukes, leaves. . . I find the music business charming.

Why does this guy seem like he's bragging? A shit-faced walking venereal disease wouldn't even acknowledge his presence. She bones Stavros the Ogre on a regular basis, and she won't even look at him. This guy should be embarrassed.

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