Belle: “Mum, Dad, I’ve got good news and bad news. The good news is I’ve got a book deal. The bad news is it’s about my life as a high-class call girl. Not a prostitute, mind, a call-girl. That means I wear expensive lingerie and discuss Sartre with my clients before they fist me.”
Mrs de Jour: “But what happened to your job curing cancer dear?”
Belle: “I made it up Mum. I fuck businessmen for a living.”
Recently I mentioned that Paris Hilton’s book proposal envisions a section devoted to Hilton’s chihuahua, Tinkerbell. The ever-resourceful Dong Resin has gotten his hands on little Tink Hilton’s journal.