God Must Be Dead
Correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t it customary for God to answer all prayers when given. Because I’m pretty sure I remember asking him last week to reach down from the heavens and stab Paris Hilton to death with a broken beer bottle before the year was out. Yet here I am, staring at this picture of her ringing in the New Year, unscathed for the 26th fucking time.
Obviously, I must have done something wrong when praying here. Was I supposed to use my thumb and pinky as an imaginary phone or something? Or did he just ignore me because I’m all for gay marriage? Come on, you Christian bastards, throw me a bone here and tell me what I did wrong. Paris’ death will only help us all.
UPDATE: According to an e-mail I received from Louise in Kentucky, God was unable to “shank that whore of Babylon to death” (her words, not mine) because her dress resembled that of a stain glass window. And, as any church can tell you, God really, really likes pretty glass. Which, of course, does little to explain why a being with such tastes would be against gay marriage, but I guess even God has his demons to struggle with.







![Paris Hilton 1 [LAX - December 31, 2007]](/images/large/paris hilton/Paris-Hilton-New-Year's-Eve-1-Post.jpg)


Hugh Grant –- an actor best known for trying not to cry when I beat him up last week* — made a cool $20 million last night after Christie’s auctioned off his Andy Warhol screen print of Elizabeth Taylor to an anonymous buyer (ok, me) for $23.7 million.
![Mena Suvari 1 [Vanity Fair Italy - October 2007]](/images/large/misc/Mena-Suvari-Vanity-Fair-1-Post.jpg)

