Futhur Adventures Of The Hoe. Poem by Paris Hilton

sorry ye spelling err' seds cofusment......

Say if this is really Paris than you should know me and e-mail me back

This is deep, and as soon as my side stops hurting I may comment. Deep, deep- doodoo-the second time today I laughed until I hurt. Sorry, Paris but I've seen you in and outof the Hooker Pants. Hasn't everyone?

And i thought the Real Paris Hilton was a dumb bi-tch.... I'd pay more attention in english class if i were you. You call this poetry. i call it garbage

this......SUCKS i think im gunna puke, please dont write anymore

So lets play a game of snooker Roger

What an amazing honour to have hooker pants worn on my behalf - and on a corner too! You poetry continues to enliven my soul - in some strange twisted way.