Even with her millions culled from rich granddaddies, reality-TV spoiled-brat-athons, and a filmed beej or two, Paris Hilton still lives like a hobo. In fact, her car is so loaded with crap that she was recently turned away by a Beverly Hills car wash. At least she didnít try to get them to clean out her vagina. Thatís probably littered with VHS copies of Summer School and Just One of the Guys and a couple of Tinkerbellís lost doggie toys.
Generally when you take your car to a cleaning service you expect the floor mats to get vacuumed, the windows to get washed, the dashboard to get wiped down. But when Paris Hilton performs such a task (And, honestly, weíre surprised she took the Land Rover in herself instead of paying someone to do it for her. Maybe she really is running out of money.) she expects the car-wash workers to toss aside her soiled knickers before they can get down to the cleaning. A worker at the car wash told the British newspaper Daily Record, "Her car was jam-packed full of junk–personal stuff. There must have been at least 100 magazines, but more shocking than that, make-up, cellphones, handbags and clothes, including a lot of underwear. We had to turn her away because it's company policy not to touch that kind of stuff." We were going to suggest that this worker passed up a prime eBay opportunity, but on second thought we think he made the right decision. What kind of cash could a pair of Paris Hiltonís underwear fetch these days, anyway? Two, three bucks? Once youíve spent half a dozen lonely nights watching a girl fuck on film, what do you need with her underwear? (Frankly, weíre just shocked that she owns some.)
See Paris's junk at MrSkin.com.
