berlin motel 6

swore i wouldn't ever, ever, until i died, write anything about a certain hooor-ific mess named after a european metropolis and a famous hotel chain. let's just call her berlin motel 6. or budapesht raddison, if you like.... but i had to write this because my head would've exploded clean off my shoulders if i hadn't....


(6/9/07)
from yahoo news--excerpt by LINDA DEUTSCH, AP Special Correspondent:

"Hilton entered the courtroom weeping and continued to cry throughout the hearing, which lasted more than an hour….
Her body shook constantly as she cried, clutching a ball of tissue, tears running down her face. "

Touching, innit?

But now, with just a few selective edits, we remember why we all know paris in the first place:

"Hilton entered the (blank)room (blank)ing and continued to (blank) throughout the (blank)ing, which lasted more than an hour….
Her body shook constantly as she (blank)ed, clutching a ball of (blank), (blank) running down her face. "

barron should hang his scrofulous head in shame, and conrad would spin like a virgin on a tilt-a-whirl if he knew what his kin had become....