Sunday, June 10, 2007
Hayden Makes A Night Of It
Hayden Panettiere makes her way out of Parc after a night of partying. Lights are bright, aren't they pumpkin?
"I'm tellin' you right now, these Ayrabs - they've just got us over a barrel. What we should've done a long time ago is just go in there and take the oil, then we wouldn't be having all these problems. I mean, four bucks for a gallon of gas? What the hell is that? If it hadn't been for assholes like Jimmy Carter climbing in bed with those goat-fuckers...and another thing is, who the hell is crazy enough to run their car on french fry oil? I don't want no car that smells like french fries. What am I, the french fry lady? Oh, that's a cute watch. Where did you get that?"
You'd think Parc and those other places would've learned their lesson about serving under-aged people, especially after the Lindsay stuff. But I guess they don't care. If you're famous you get booze. Lots and lots of booze. And blow. And the manager is happy to go down on you, if you like.
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