Oh, Paris, you wonky-eyed drunk. You so crazy. Getting arrested for cocaine in Vegas, walking around sans panties like it ain’t no thing. Pretty much everything you do is the opposite of what I do, but I can’t judge because you always look like you’re having a good time and I always look like I’ve got a tension headache brewing betwixt my eyebrows. So keep doing your thing, Par. Just don’t OD and end up in that skanky nightclub in the sky.