Standing on the corner in my hooker pants......
For Jeff....
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
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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Say if this is really Paris than you should know me and e-mail me back