(updated 3 Jun 05)
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Paris Hilton: Discussing Space Camp with Cadeaux
Also known as: "Oh pulleeez, 240G's is NOTHING to me." (firstname.lastname@example.org)
This pretty well sums it up:
As they're sitting on the curb at night: "Pass me a beer, will ya?" (Cantw82paint@Aol.com)
But since basic truth tends to be anticlimactic:
Cadeaux: "I'm a celebrity too, you know. For, um, taking my kid to space camp." (email@example.com)
Since only one of them was an expert on things spacey, the conversation lagged... (firstname.lastname@example.org)
"Coming from a former winner of the Bulwark-Lipton competition, I'll take that 'Space Cadet' remark as a compliment." (HerzogVon@aol.com) Cad won that one, too??? Maybe for her display of strength on "Inside the Actors Studio".
Where's YOUR video on the Internet? (GrigsbyOK@hotmail.com)
"Cad, you mean you do this for a living? Do you think we could turn it into a TV show?" (NITRAMXXX@AOL.COM)
Paris: I don't know about you, but the most balls I ever saw in orbit were eight. (email@example.com) Yeah, but can you juggle 10 humor contests with bazillions of entries every week, PLUS keep all those OTHER judges in line?
Paris: "Black hole? You mean they have one in space, too?" (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Cad: Paris, I didn't expect to see you here.
Paris: Didn't you hear, NASA saw my video and made me a rocket scientist.
Cad: And what is your specialty?
Paris: Re-entry. (email@example.com) That's "re-" folks. Don't read it wrong.
You had to go to a special camp just to learn how to make those little folded paper thingies? (Cad: "Shaddup!") (HerzogVon@aol.com)
"Listen sweetheart, I can teach you how to send all the boys into orbit without a rocket ship." (firstname.lastname@example.org) You forgot to specify who was saying this to whom. (Or did you confuse Paris with Michael Jackson?)
Paris: I wish I could take my kid to Spase Kamp, but I don't have one and there's already a restraining order, anyway. (GrigsbyOK@hotmail.com)
"Paris, you should go there on your honeymoon," said Cad, as she sneezed and held a napkin over her face so Paris could not see the wicked grin. (NITRAMXXX@AOL.COM)
"I find that having sex in zero gravity is like show business...it's hard to stay on top for long." (email@example.com)
Yes, you can feel safe giving me your number. We're going to camp in space. No one can access my data from there. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Why are we washing this car again? (email@example.com)
"See that solid rocket booster which contains ammonium perchlorate, aluminum, iron oxide, a polymer, and an epoxy curing agent? That's Hot." (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Cad: What a ripoff! There's more space between your ears than in this entire camp. (email@example.com)
Cadeaux, please tell me about your wardrobe. (WJKbase@aol.com) Sure, since Paris has never seen a blond with taste before...
So, Cad, this zero gravity thing means you can go longer without a face lift and tummy tuck, right? (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Blow any o-rings lately? (email@example.com)
So, boss, after that "do this for a living" remark, I was thinking...If you hurry, there may still be time to get revenge AND plan for early retirement:
So, now that we are here at Space Camp, tell me more about Alex... (firstname.lastname@example.org)