OK, that's it. For days now I've been resisting the urge not to start chanting some elementary school level song to these two love birds, but I've reached the end of my rope. One blingy-blingy initial ring was enough, but two? I think I'm gonna hurl. That would be messy, so instead, I sing:
Benji and Paris sittin' in a tree
Who will give whom an STD?
The temptation to do an execratory spin on this story is strong. Luckily A Socialite's Life already did it, so I don't have to.
So Paris and Benji are probably engaged, or maybe just exchanging pathogens, or whatever. Yippee. Her quasi-brother-in-law is probably the only male over 18 in Hollywood that she hasn't tried to get with. Assuming that IS an engagement ring on everybody's favorite hocialite's finger, couldn't she have picked one that was perhaps a smidge more attractive? And lord please tell me that the thing was custom made. 'Cause what jewelry store that wants to stay in business keeps "BM" rings IN STOCK???
