Paris Hilton is, wouldn’t you know it, one of those Klassy Babes like Britney Spears and Mariah Carey who have released trademark personal fragrances (and just save the fart jokes, please). Now, Paris is building on that success by releasing her own personal body spray (now stop that). Called “Just Me,� presumably because the makers wanted a name Paris wouldn’t forget, the spray’s scent is desribed as “a fruity floral with hints of vanilla, sandalwood and musk.� Apparently hints of Chihuahua Urine, Pot Smoke, and Brandon Davis’s Vomit didn’t survive preliminary market testing.
Seriously, who’s buying this stuff? “Paris Hilton, the Perfume and/or Body Sprayâ€? sounds like the tactical nuke of break-up gifts. I just imagine the conversations that would follow Mr. Clueless giving his lady love a bottle of Skank Stank for a birthday or wedding gift, all of them ending, “That’s it! We’re finished!” You might as well give that special someone an economy tub of Monistat 7 and a lifetime prescription for Valtrex.
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It’s quite lucrative:
What in the hell is “cupcake accord” anyway?
I’ll have you know my armpits emit a natural aroma of cupcake accord.
I thought she already had a frangrance for sale?
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Flea! If I could make you prove that, I would. The problem is that I have no idea now I would go about persuading you to rub your pits on fabric and FedEx them to me. Oh hell, on second thought, never fucking mind. I guess I might as well just hit the “submit” button now.
Um…ugh…Eau de Coochie. Essence of Pubes. Cream of Some Young Guy?
I’ve been Googling around, and the term “cupcake accord� doesn’t even exist outside of the press release for a Britney Spears perfume. I say it’s a typo. Either the stuff smells of cupcake cores, a cupcake’s accordion-pleated paper holder, or it smells like a Honda Accord driven by a cupcake.
I’m still searching for a reason, aside from her being wealthy, as to why she is famous and why anyone would run out and buy her perfume, body spray, album or any other wretched thing with her name on it.
Good grief, Jeff. Welcome to Agent Bedhead, the PBS of gossip/humor blogs.
I’m not sure which two scents Britney thinks you combine to produce “cupcake accords,” but I’ll bet that Hostess Twinkies are in there somewhere.
It sounds sickeningly sweet. Can Agent Bedhead hit Target today & do a test run on it?
Agent Bedhead: “The problem is that I have no idea now I would go about persuading you to rub your pits on fabric and FedEx them to me.”
I might.. might… be persuaded by pics of a leggy secret agent in a leather Deathdealer outfit but I am not promising anything.
I’ll see what I can do.
Cream of Some Young Guy?
Wouldn’t that be Cream of Several Young Guys? or maybe even Cream of Some Young and Some Old Guys?
What ever the age of the guy, I R A Darth Aggie, they’d better tie a board to their arse so they don’t fall in to that hell pit.
Can I sue?