The Good, Bad and the Uninspired

From Paris Hilton’s behind-bars homage to K-Fed’s fashion police crimes, doll-cakes, we’re in a, like, totally arresting mood here at he Awful Truth! Which, ‘course, means get ready for the week’s end Blind Vice baddies! Ready to get naughty with it?

Halloween HangoverDid you all have too much teeth-rotting fun gorgin' on candy and gettin' dressed up all skanky-scary for H-ween? Paris Hilton did, that's fer sure! The gonzo gal stepped out in, like, a ton o' diff costumes, including a cop (oh, the delicious irony), a bunny and Rainbow Brite. And one of Ms. H.'s go-to getup places is Trashy Lingerie, right by the Beverly Center here in Hell-Ay. Well, P.H. hit said sassy spot on Saturday and called some of her closest friends to join in her costume cavorting. She whipped out her phone and told whoever was on the other end where she was, that she was shoppin' for costumes and how long she'd be there.
So, who showed up to meet her? Nicole Richie, perhaps? Stavros, you say? Guess again. "Nobody else came to meet her," said Desk Risqué. "But the paparazzi showed up very shortly after she hung up." It doesn't surprise me in the least that P. would call and request the very same photogs' presence that everyone else in Hollywood loves to complain about and pretend to avoid—you? Said flashbulb types were takin' pics of her inside the store, but the staff was havin' none of the forced frenzy. So, Paris took it to the sidewalks and went outside to pose for them. I mean, it's the least she could do, since she summoned them there, right? Or at least, one assumes....