Onch’a Wish Your Best Friend Was Paris Hilton? Onch’a?
Paris Hilton’s My New BFF, season deux, debuted last night.

And despite all of my wishes, prayers, hopes and dreams, the set’s “throne” chair did not suddenly morph into a slobbering mound of feral, starving, sharp-toothed, snapping, diseased, angry labia that instantly/simultaneously enveloped and digested Paris (and that little piss, Onch) in one smelly, violent bite.
That seriously would have been the best thing ever. Ever.
Source (nice typo, MTV!)
Thanks, Jasmine!
Filed under: Angry Labia, Dishonoring the Gaysian, Humans as Pets, Jabba the Hutt, Kneeling, ONCH, Paris Hilton, Pathetic, Please Disappear, Prayers








