Conrad Hilton Struck (Literally) Again

Conrad Hilton strut out of the clink just two weeks ago, and now his daddy’s got to clean up another mess he may have produced. And this latest mess involves drunk driving, barf and a broken bong. (Pour out some used bong water for that broken bong.) The current reigning pride of the Hilton family has been sued by a woman who claims that last May, 22-year-old Conrad crashed his daddy’s white Range Rover head-first into her car and was dazed, confused and covered with barf. Hmm… I guess Parasite Hilton’s one-time frenemy Lindsay Lohan taught a young Conrad Hilton how to drive.

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Bulge It Like Bobby

Looking like he just survived a head-on collision with an American Apparel, a box of Christmas decorations and a flock of gay crows, Bobby Trendy brought his impeccable pose game to Melrose in West Hollywood over the weekend. There was even a costume change! I’m not going to say anything more since it’s obvious that you want to spend as much time as possible with the satchel of rhinestones in Bobby’s crotch and his dusty buns. Have fun!

This Is How Bobby Trendy Dresses To Pump Gas

Looking like he just tossed Tar Monster’s salad, Bobby Trendy posed while pumping at a gas station in Beverly Hills yesterday. Leave it to Bobby to dress himself in potent fuckery while running menial errands. Bobby’s entire ensemble screams “Joyce Leslie’s answer to Alexander McQueen.” It works me.

And it’s a good thing Bobby Trendy didn’t fart while pumping gas, because if he did that gas station would’ve exploded into the next dimension. Bobby’s glossy b-hole can spark a flame faster than a Bic lighter.

Bobby Bobby Bobby

The only way to follow-up a post about figure skating is to post pictures of Bobby Trendy working the ho stroll with a ball of wrapping paper on his head, his own cum drops on his teeth and the necklace Chicken Cutlets won in her lawsuit against Chanel on his chest. Perfection as always. Oh, and don’t mind the bulge. That’s just the pussy lips on his peen head blowing out cotton candy-flavored smoke. They do that a lot.

Finally, Some REAL Stars!

I need to apologize for the first three posts of the day about hos you could care less about. These Louvre-worthy portraits of Bobby Trendy with his furry pet (who is obviously Lady GaGa’s style icon) and expired Twinkie friend should’ve been the first thing that went up on this site today. I will punish myself by licking (don’t click on that) this picture 10 times in a row. When I’m done, I’ll probably have PKM (please kill me) eyes like Bobby’s tortured glitter baby.

No, I shouldn’t type that. Bobby’s dog isn’t trying to shoot his eyeballs out of his head to relieve some of the misery, I think he just can’t contain his excitement about seeing his icon Johnny Weir spread the glitter on the ice tonight.

Doggy is also a little concerned, because if Johnny falls, Bobby Trendy’s colon will never produce glitter again. Nobody wants that.