It makes me all giddy to think about it, but if you buy this fantastic “belly bar,” both Paris Hilton and I will make some money. We’ll be like business partners!
Thank you for making this happen, Amazon.
And, if you don’t believe me that it’s the best damned product from the Paris Hilton Collection (It really is – I haven’t taken my out since Christmas), just check out this Amazon testimonial:
I’m sorry, you’ve got to be a sick, anti-American lunatic to think you’d ever, EVER! find a better belly bar, no matter how deeply you searched.
You heard her – if you don’t like this “belly bar,” you’re un-American. You’re American Taliban. So, get out your credit card and prove it to us that you love freedom…
While we’re on the subject of undeserved, inherited wealth, if you get a chance, check out this piece entitled “Is Unlimited Inheritance Un-American?” (I personally think it is, but I think you probably knew that.)
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Hmmm… I pierced my belly button A LONG TIME AGO, before every twelve year-old on the block was getting it done. I feared it didn’t jive with my recently acquired middle-aged dignity, but now that I see someone has done something tasteful like this… I might have to rethink. Plus joining you and Paris Hilton in any way is very pleasing to me.
My 30 month old daughter is sitting in my lap and saw the Paris picture and was calling her a princess. I said, “No baby, that’s a whore, can you say whore?”. You bet she can! Although it sounds a little like “oar”. Maybe I should have her say it in Brooklynese, “Whooo-ore” (the whooo like an owl hoot).
I hope I don’t have to wait until she’s 30 months old to hear Clementine call a Hilton sister a “whore.”