
In what can only be read as a sign of the apocalypse, Paris Hilton has been given her own line of Hello Kitty figures by Sanrio. They’ve got the blonde hair, purses, and even Tinkerbell, but it still needs a certain something to make it undeniably Paris. Like a stripping pole. Or detachable crabs. Or a giant sign around her neck that says “I’m a worthless human being.” Maybe a penis in the mouth? I’m just throwing out ideas here, folks.
































Hello Kitty with little Titties
How could anything so sweet and pure be based on an oversexed, brainless, self-promoting, cock-gobbling cocaine addict?
Can somebody call up those “Moral Majority” people from the 80s? They may have been right.
Articles like these make me think of Armagaeddon. Not the movie either. What the hell is wrong with the world right now?
One Night in Paris’ Hello Kitty