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.