Paris Hilton: Queen Of The Kneecap Atrocities

An entire congregation of Catholic Nuns doesn’t log as many Frequent Flier Miles on their knees as Paris Hilton does so it was no surprise that sooner or later something unpleasant was bound to happen to them:

I mean, what the hell is that underneath the surface there? It looks like there’s a doorknob stuck under the skin. That or some other kind of a knob, perhaps the kind you tend to encounter when you spend the majority of your waking hours on your knees. I like how she’s rocking a tank dress in the middle of Utah’s brutal winter as if we all needed to see her splendor and glory. I know she’s just trying to give hope to those whose fondest wish is to knock boots with a Transvestite Fraggle but she should really think about her health.