Judiciary Report - Paris Hilton Busy Watching Paint

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Paris Hilton Busy Watching Paint Dry

June 21. 2007

Hey! look! Paris’ mom is doing the same eye thing she does:

Paris Hilton has sent another message from prison, that she is no different from any other inmate. Yea, but the other inmates aren’t sending us blow-by-blow updates complaining of their time in jail, and how they “stare at the walls and ceiling” with it creeping into the regular news.

Wow...just...spacious. Ok, yea, it's small, but in New York that baby would be a condo:

Kathy: this is so embarrassing. My daughter is in jail and screaming like psycho.

Ok, I'm being insensitive. I'm going to try harder. [Aisha attempting small talk] So, how are the 2-count sheets treating you, Paris. I hear it can work as a loofah. Aww, don't you miss:

Oh, by the way. A follow up on my June 6. 2007 article titled "Paris Whining While In The Slammer" where I wrote:

"Yes, Paris, we know that your dog was seen running down the street yelling 'I'm free.'"

Guess that article turned out to be a little prophetic and a little too close to home, pardon the pun, because today, the New York Post ran an article, where a neighbor of Paris' complained of said socialite's dog being allowed to roam the streets like a stray. Her neighbor slammed her for it.

There goes the neighborhood. Paris is turning that area into a real zoo - animals roaming the street and media circus, pardon the pun, on the ground and hovering in the air via helicopters.

I say, make her move to Compton with all the black folks that she uses terms like n***** to describe.

June 21, 2007 -- PARIS Hilton's Beverly Hills neighbors wish she'd show her pets more respect than she does the driving laws. Shelby Segall, whose yard borders Hilton's, tells The Post's Marianne Garvey: "She treats her animals horribly. They are always getting out and running around the neighborhood...

She had a little orange kitty about a year ago that kept getting out and we kept telling her it was outside. She didn't seem like she cared, and then one day the cat got run over in the middle of the street and died.

Not long after, little [Chihuahua] Tinkerbell came to my door and I left a note on her gate. Her assistant came over frantic and tried to offer me a $40 reward. I said, 'Don't insult me.' " Another neighbor said, "I found two little Chihuahuas of hers running up and down the street with cars and people going up and down. I put them in my bathroom and called Paris. Her assistant answered and said, 'You can't drop them off! Miss Hilton isn't home!' She took three hours to come get them. Meanwhile she lives five houses away." - NY Post