I don't want to say the end of days is upon us, but you explain this.
Paris Hilton says of her album, "I, like, cry, when I listen to it, it's so good."
If that's not the beginning of the end, I don't know what is.
Paris, like, so good doesn't begin to describe it. I cry when I hear your album too. But it's not just tears. It's stomach cramping, a feeling like knitting needles are being shoved in my ears, my hands tingle like they've gone to sleep and my testes shrink up into my body like I'm in the Polar Bear Club.
I can't, like, wait for Nicky Hilton's album.