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Showing posts with label paris hilton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paris hilton. Show all posts
Thursday, November 3, 2011
Heiress Paris Whitney Hilton Wallpapers and Photos
This is an another collection of amazing wallpapers from Paris Whitney Hilton, an American businesswoman, heiress,socialite, and media personality.
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Monday, March 3, 2008
Topless Tuesday
Paris Hilton has decided to go topless :::::::::yawn::::::: we looked inside her head and no she has neither brains nor beauty just a hollow shallow shell.
Yeah yeah Paris we've seen it all before a 12 year-old boy is built better than you.
No Vin not you too, once they get the taste of babies they become monsters. Hey Vin nice career you got going on there how about you blow yer nose and talk properly.Now on to the story of how I met Ginger Gerry
Goodbye you disgusting ginger git.When yer a special undercover agent a MI5 operative with double 'O' Clearance you meet some rather unsavoury characters also some savoury and some sweet ones. Many many bitter and sour ones that make me look like Mr fucking Jolly.
I was sent into a Belfast fast food 'restaurant' only Yanks would call them restaurants as an undercover employee to evaluate a package code named 'Ginger Gerry' I was a trouble shooter who could actually shoot trouble makers.
I was sent into a Belfast fast food 'restaurant' only Yanks would call them restaurants as an undercover employee to evaluate a package code named 'Ginger Gerry' I was a trouble shooter who could actually shoot trouble makers.
Word on the street was that Gerry 'Ginger' Glennon was ex an IRA terrorist who served 20 years for murder and now he was a wino or at least was pretending to be one.
One night while I was getting some chips for an order or 'French fries' as mongs call them Gerry entered the premises, he was either inebriated or a master at that martial arts style called Zui Quan in which you act drunk to confuse yer opponent .
He was shouting how he was going to shoot everyone so I left the chips and faced off with Ginger Gerry, he had streaming snot running into his mustache and bits of food and vomit stuck in his beard.
One night while I was getting some chips for an order or 'French fries' as mongs call them Gerry entered the premises, he was either inebriated or a master at that martial arts style called Zui Quan in which you act drunk to confuse yer opponent .
He was shouting how he was going to shoot everyone so I left the chips and faced off with Ginger Gerry, he had streaming snot running into his mustache and bits of food and vomit stuck in his beard.
I grabbed his arm, he knew the drill and I frog marched him out making sure the doors hit him.
I had come to the conclusion that Gerry was a real wino, the flesh eating virus on my hands confirmed that. I went into quarantine and entered my report.
I hear from a source on the street who shall remain nameless that Ginger Gerry is dead. Some say he died in hospital of aids, others say he drown in the river Lagan while trying to save a puppy. However he died I have one thing to say. Fuck he was minging!
I had come to the conclusion that Gerry was a real wino, the flesh eating virus on my hands confirmed that. I went into quarantine and entered my report.
I hear from a source on the street who shall remain nameless that Ginger Gerry is dead. Some say he died in hospital of aids, others say he drown in the river Lagan while trying to save a puppy. However he died I have one thing to say. Fuck he was minging!
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Thursday, February 21, 2008
Thats Hot
What do ya get if you cross Pakistan dictator Pervez Musharraf with dead eyed/brained hottie Paris Hilton?Perez Hilton.
Yes my secret is out, I really can't be arsed today, heres something cheerful from William Butler Yeats.
The Moods
Time drops in decay,
Like a candle burnt out,
And the mountains and the woods
Have their day, have their day;
What one in the rout
Of the fire-born moods
Has fallen away?
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Pervez Musharraf,
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