(1) Looks like alot of fake wood in the background and it's a really small looking room for a multi-millionaire's home.

(2) Definetely NOT her... but a good fake. Only a pro porn stunt cock knows how to do that up & over position with expert viewing of the pussy like that.

(3) I can't believe the obvious point that no one has mentioned: There is clearly a third person working the camera. I doubt that Paris would have her butler in the room filming her fuck festivals.

(4) Also, a lil too professional on the angles of the cams.. When I hide my cams they dont auto zoom on the puss and my big schlong.

daze reader reportiert expertisen zur frage, ob es paris hilton ist.

"Es ist ein schönes und menschlich immer wieder anrührendes Ereignis, wenn einer zu denken beginnt. Und mit nichts kann man so oft anfangen wie mit dem Denken." - NZZ Bücher: Topik, gezappt.

"Ob es allerdings der Erzählstrategie - dem Buhlen um Sympathie und Mitleid - förderlich ist, wenn die Pointe der Geschichte darin besteht, dass der Erzähler eine Frau schlägt, sei dahingestellt." - NZZ Bücher: Es knallt

NYT Magazine: Movies 2003-Ausgabe

• The Imperfect Science of Release Dates

  In theory, with kids out of school and parents off work, almost any type of movie can be released successfully around the Christmas holiday. It's hard to imagine a film with less yuletide cheer than ''The Exorcist,'' and yet on Dec. 26, 1973, audiences flocked to watch Linda Blair projectile-vomit on a priest. The great paradox of holiday programming, in fact, is that the only kind of movie that never opens on Christmas is a movie about Christmas. Interest in Santa and Rudolph and all the rest falls off a cliff as soon as the holiday is over, so films with Christmas themes -- this year's prime examples being the Will Ferrell movie ''Elf'' and the black comedy ''Bad Santa'' -- typically open in November and are pulled from theaters on Dec. 26.

The casual moviegoer rarely ponders why a particular bubbly romantic comedy, serial-killer thriller, literary costume drama or animated talking-farm-animals movie opens on the day it does. Movies come; movies go; movies wind up on video. To those responsible for putting those films on the screen, however, nothing about the timing of their releases is arbitrary. * Dean Tavoularis on the Set of the Film 'One From the Heart,' Hollywood, Calif., 1982

For Francis, it was a big, big deal, because he financed it. Now he had to pay all these bills. For my part, too. I didn't work for almost two years. The movie was considered a fiasco, and I was perceived as being irresponsible because it went over budget. So I was totally blackballed by Hollywood. I took it as a badge of honor. I saw the film a month ago for the first time in 15 years. I felt it was a poor cousin of 'Moulin Rouge.' But I liked it.

His is a completely sensible career path, but in an industry that feeds on a constant supply of fresh heartthrob material, his looks have aroused eager expectations. Here was a rare find: a young theater-trained English actor who not only possessed obvious intelligence and gravity beyond his years but also had the sheer physical magnetism of a young Baryshnikov combined with the stoic handsomeness of a young Robert Redford. (You can see what the ''Alfie'' casting director was thinking: here was a swoonier Michael Caine, a Michael Caine for the metrosexual era.)

"eine geschichte des abstandhaltens"

C.W. Heckethorn, in London Souvenirs, intones a litany of other London clubs: a Surly Club at a tavern near Billingsgate, filled with the tradesman of that quarter who met to sharpen "the practice of contradiction and of foul language"; a Spit-farthing Club, which met weekly at the Queen's Head in Bishopsgate, and was "composed chiefly of misers and skinflints; and the Club of Broken Shopkeepers, which met at Tumble Down Dick in Southwark and comprised bankrupts and others unfortunate in trade. The Mock Heroes Club met in an alehouse in Baldwin's Gardens, where each member would assume the name of a 'defunct hero', while the Lying Club congregated at the Bell Tavern in Westminster where 'no true word' was to be uttered during its proceedings. A Man-Killing Club which met at a tavern in a back-alley adjoining St Clement Danes admitted to membership no one 'who had not killed his man'; but there was also a Humdrum Club 'composed of gentlemen of peacable dispositions, who where satisfied to meet at a tavern, smoke their pipes and say nothing till midnight' when they went homeward. An Everlasting Club was so called 'because its hundred members divided the twenty four hours of day and night among themselves in such a manner that a club was always sitting, no person presuming to rise until he was relieved by his appointed successor'.

Peter Ackroyd: London. The Biography (2000)

die blöden motten bei mir gehen seit jahren nur auf die anzüge und den kaschmir los

tom ford für versace ist wahrscheinlich auch nicht recht anders als schlingensief für bayreuth oder dandy warhols ipodplaylist für den apple music store.