Struggling to maintain relevancy, Paris Hilton conveniently found herself in front of the paparazzi today without a bra on. I mean, what are the odds (that they’d show up as soon as she called)? In the meantime, I will never understand her breasts. Never. How do they go from virtually nonexistent to face smothering cleavage in a matter of hours? That’s a shitload of chicken cutlets. My only guess is Frank Perdue murdered a hooker in a Hilton hotel and we’re seeing the end result every time Paris has to spread herpes or her stinger falls off. I’m not a scientist.
NOTE: Pics are slightly LSFW if your boss can squint the wings off a gnat.