And the Paris Hilton confession train just keeps on a-rollin'. A scant few days after admitting she thinks sex sucks, Hilton tearfully comes clean about a terrifying brush with near fake breastage.
When P-dogg was sixteen, she begged old man Hilton to pony up the cash for everyone's favorite sweet sixteen present: a new chest! Pops said no and his skanky seed was devasted. Paris now admits, however, that Daddy saying "no" might have been a blessing in disguise, since she finds the puchased peaches protruding out of her pals' ribcages (*cough*Tara Reid*cough*) to be rather foul.
She said, "All my friends that have them, they look deformed." And burnt sienna skin stretched taut over a protruding skeleton doesn't, apparently.
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