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"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure."
Friday, August 20, 2004
My last (?) followup of Tinkerbell Hilton (Read the previous blogs in detail)
"The Tinkerbell Hilton Diaries: My Life Tailing Paris Hilton" (Warner, $9.95)
Daily News
Reflecting on her debut appearance in a pink angora sweater, the Chihuahua writes: "I'm one of those dogs ... that people cheer when a falcon swoops down and disappears into the sky with one in its talons."
In the diaries, passed on to D. Resin to be compiled into a book, Tinkerbell expresses her unhappiness at having to "smell heiress armpit all day long."
She also recounts various traumatic incidents. There was the day Hilton got into it with Star Jones at a Rodeo Drive shoe store where the clerk was charged with producing strappy sandals that wouldn't make "The View" hostess' "feet look like a pair of breast implants being pushed through a tennis racquet."
Then there was the time Hilton tried to recharge her cell phone batteries in the microwave. After watching the hotel heiress spend 20 minutes trying to stuff a $100 bill into a vending machine, Tinkerbell resorted to licking a power socket for relief.
In the end, though, Tinkerbell's safe return can be judged a joyful matter, since she herself concludes that life with Paris is ultimately rewarding.
Or, as the dog puts it, "a mere bitch hasn't had a ride this good since Marie Antoinette before the butler let the mob in."
Here is the info
"The Tinkerbell Hilton Diaries: My Life Tailing Paris Hilton" (Warner, $9.95)
Daily News
Reflecting on her debut appearance in a pink angora sweater, the Chihuahua writes: "I'm one of those dogs ... that people cheer when a falcon swoops down and disappears into the sky with one in its talons."
In the diaries, passed on to D. Resin to be compiled into a book, Tinkerbell expresses her unhappiness at having to "smell heiress armpit all day long."
She also recounts various traumatic incidents. There was the day Hilton got into it with Star Jones at a Rodeo Drive shoe store where the clerk was charged with producing strappy sandals that wouldn't make "The View" hostess' "feet look like a pair of breast implants being pushed through a tennis racquet."
Then there was the time Hilton tried to recharge her cell phone batteries in the microwave. After watching the hotel heiress spend 20 minutes trying to stuff a $100 bill into a vending machine, Tinkerbell resorted to licking a power socket for relief.
In the end, though, Tinkerbell's safe return can be judged a joyful matter, since she herself concludes that life with Paris is ultimately rewarding.
Or, as the dog puts it, "a mere bitch hasn't had a ride this good since Marie Antoinette before the butler let the mob in."
Here is the info