Pitiful litle thing, isn't she? Now that she's back in the slammer we'll no doubt be treated to a daily synopsis of What Paris Had For Dinner, What Paris Watched on TV, How Paris Accessorizes Her Orange Jumpsuit, Paris' Jailhouse Facial Routine, etc. ad nauseam.

'Given the chance, you KNOW you'd...'

Thanks, but no thanks. Then again, beer goggles have contributed to even greater mistakes in the past.

I'd feed her rat dog to my ridgeback. A living Snausage.