Paris Hilton: A Journey of an Unforgettable Life

[Dee]

One day Paris Hilton was posing infront of a mad group of photographers

*Click* *Click* *Click* They went. And they didn't stop.

I stood on the side as usual making sure no one ran through the photo and stood infront of Paris who was wearing an obscenely short skirt and a skimpy top that seemed to be disappearing.

My name is Doug Punani and I am Paris Hilton's bodyguard. Even after the whole video scandal, Paris hasn't fired me, but I make sure people like Lindsay Lohan doesn't step on her dresses, or Colin Farrel pinch her bum. I'm the sort of person who poisons Alicia Key's drinks so that when she sings alongside Paris Hilton, she won't sound as good.

I follow her every footsteps. If she wants to go home after a party (which hardly ever happens), my job is to beat a pathway through the crazy dog like sleazebags of photographers. But I'm going to tell you a story about this heiress which reveals a different side to this weird Hilton heiress I call boss.

[love micky]

Day 1: Hired by a heiress

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Doug Punani is my name. I was hanging around Ricardo and Carlo in the Sicilian Bar, when I was flipping through the Employment Section of the local newspaper when I saw an ad "Bodyguard Wanted. Must be BIG. And has sense of humor and smell nice and likes pink pooooodles. Call me at ***********"

Well of course Ricardo and Carlo laughed. But I was secretly thinking 'that sounds like me'. So I waited until they left the bar when I rang the number. Suddenly this sweet and girlish-like voice picked up and crooned seductively, "Paris speaking."
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We arranged to meet at some trendy bar called Lolala.
She turned up with a load of make up on her face, but there was a look of vulnerability. We spent the whole evening talking about her. She outlined what she liked, hated, and wanted. She told me about her sister and how she one day would turn the Hilton Hotels into large glass skyscrapers with her face on billboards plastered everywhere on the windows and how pink flags with her nose as a symbol would grace the top of the skyscrapers.........yadadadada....blahblahblah.........

On and on she went about herself, and at the end of the night she thanked me and said I was a very good listener.... oh yeah, I got the job too.

[monalisa]

Of course Paris was a very likeable person. I got to meet all her friends, and I even kissed Kimberly Stewart on her cheeks and she called me "The cute Hulk", I liked it alot. There are alot fo jealous girls out there who want Paris' money. Like this Janey Goodwill. She's one of those wannabe teenqueens who crave the spotlight Paris has. She even tried to steal Tinkerbell and tried to pass her off as "Queenie" - what kind of cheesy name is that?
Anyways, Paris was dining with Nicole Richie one night and I was sitting a few tables away when young Janey tramps in with her trashy boyfriend and they sit close to Paris and Nicole.
Janey throws them a disgusted look and pretends to look at herself in the mirror when she was actually spying on Paris. She gets up and goes straight to Paris.
I jolted up and watched warily. Janey took something out of her handbag and pointed it a Paris. It was something metallic. I panicked and ran forward. I knew Janey was going to push the trigger. I dived infront of Paris as she turned around in shock.
Click.
I landed on the ground hard. I was alive!
Janey cried out in dismay, "You ruined it!"
She showed me what was in her hand. A mobile phone camera. The camera had captured the moments when my face separated her camera and Paris. My face was distorted and I wore a look of desperation. Paris took a look at the picture and smiled at me and said, "That's hot."

[R.J.love]

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Why am I not surprised Lisa is posting in this thread? I dreaded reading her post, but it actually isn't that bad....still, I'm gonna smite you. LOL.

[love micky]

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Wow, Lise, you're showing off a prowess in writing. Good on ya!

[monalisa]

Thanks! I like writing about things I like, and I adore Paris.