OMG! It’s more news about P A R I S H I L T O N !
Paris Hilton scurried home to Mommy and Daddy yesterday after spending three weeks in a jailhouse medical unit receiving special treatment and living the life of a snack-ravaging college student.
Sources said the celebrity skank was a jailhouse pig during her time in the pokey – racking up a $145 commissary bill for assorted snacks and beauty aides.
The bill included packs of French vanilla coffee, orders of chicken noodle soup, toffee peanut treats, banana nut muffins, packs of chicken broth and a 1.75-ounce jar of Vaseline.
While other inmates had to pick up their own orders, Hilton had deputies act as her personal errand boys.
“I don’t understand what the big deal is; she’s a nobody,” said an irate deputy at Century Regional Detention Center, happy to see Hilton check out.
“She’s got sheriffs bringing her food. This was unbelievable.”
After her release, Hilton was driven to her parents’ house in the ritzy L.A. neighborhood of Bel-Air with an army of photographers and news helicopters in tow.
Cops blocked off cars from entering North Kings Road last night, anticipating her return.
Hilton hasn’t slept in her own bed since June 7, when L.A. County Sheriff Lee Baca temporarily released her to house arrest.
Shortly after arriving home, she had her hair extensions redone and got a facial.
A facial!
OMG!
What is a facial, anyway?
It’s a beauty treatment for the face using ointments, unguents, scrubs, massages, etc.
UNGUENTS.
UNG
UENTS.
You’re obviously making that word up. Obviously.