September 9, 2008 by Deb Filed under Freelance Writing
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Tags: Caption This, freelance writing gigs, freelance writing jobs, Paris Hilton
“paris hilton drinks out of gold can, turns whole body gold.”
My girlfriend’s gonna be here any minute and she’s going to kick your …!
“I’m so glad I decided to turn over a new leaf after that unfortunate incarceration incident.”
Mmm…baby blue headphones….that’s hot…
I”I turned into a pumpkin an hour ago”
‘I was on TV…’
‘Yes…yes you were…I have the…uh…copy…’
I just heard a frog…
…now where is that ‘ejector seat’ button?
“I can’t believe I took this gig for a lousy hundred bucks…”
“*giggle* your hat is on backwards…”
:: giggle :: I left my panties in the limo.
“What’s this guy’s name again?”
Spin. Spun.
“Joy Division makes me sooooo HAPPY!”
“So you’re good at mixing music…how are you at making videos?”
“Proving once again that dj’s and domestic beer drinkers have no taste.”
I’m, like, named after a city–isn’t that hot?
I can’t remember… did we already have sex, or like,… what?
Paris Hilton’s failed attempt at prison work release program – “I’m gonna be the spokeswoman for that beer in the gold cans. Really!”
K-Fed, you are rockin, and oh so hot!
Do you like my winning smile? I can sing to! Everyone wants to be me!
Even this drunk, You’re still not as hot as I am.
**** WARNING: ‘R’ Rated ****
“Wanna see how Michael Phelps reeeeeally earned the Gold in Breast Stroke?”
Gadgets and Gold: Will Paris Hilton be the next Bond Girl? As a bonus, she is willing to sing the theme song.
Go away, Paris. You smell too skinny.
“Like, red is so ugly, so I’m advertising my own line of Bull”
“I swear, if she blinds me with that can reflection again…”
“Um, the witches at Sunset Tan totally sprayed my Red Bull.”
“I love go-o-o-old.”
Ok, I’m leaning, I’m leaning, and yes! The camera got by good side.
That Britney chick wasn’t even this annoying.
Vote for me!
“I love the way you turn the knobs, Mr. DJ… what happens if I touch this button?”
“I found this new shiny drink after prison… it truly saved me. Wanna try some?”
“Hey Mr. DJ, you should try this new drink. You’ll look hot if you hold something gold. Very OLYMPIC, ya know?”
“I’m like… loving the blue headphones… okay, blue is the new pink! Or black! Or something… (smile).”
“You spin so well… ya know when I was little, my daddy – MR. HILTON – put me in ballet class, and I could do pirouettes and stuff!”
(Internal thoughts: “Omg, hot DJ spinnin’ tonight… let me try and strike up a convo!”)
“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey… Get it? I’m a broken record! Hahaha! (giggles/laughs).
(Internal thoughts: “I thought he’d be able to relate to that one… damn.”)
Thinking…
“I wonder if she knows that’s non-alcoholic….”
“With my left hand, I work the crossfader. With my right, I send an IM to your village to let them know that you are missing…”
Is he looking at me yet? I can’t hold this pose any longer.
Paris Hilton, right, asks the DJ where he bought those “hoppin’ night vision goggles.”
Your blue headphones are so hot.
“Yes, Paris. I know you own half the free world. I still don’t care about your goddamned chihuahua.”
“Look, I know I supposed to be the bimbo, but why the hell are YOU playing disks in the digital era? And they call ME ditsy!”
Lindsay’s not the only one that loves you. I love you too Sam.
Guess where my fingers at and I’ll let you smell it. YUCCKK!
Ear wax is soooo sexy!
“Thats not all thats blue baby”
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“paris hilton drinks out of gold can, turns whole body gold.”
My girlfriend’s gonna be here any minute and she’s going to kick your …!
“I’m so glad I decided to turn over a new leaf after that unfortunate incarceration incident.”
Mmm…baby blue headphones….that’s hot…
I”I turned into a pumpkin an hour ago”
‘I was on TV…’
‘Yes…yes you were…I have the…uh…copy…’
I just heard a frog…
…now where is that ‘ejector seat’ button?
“I can’t believe I took this gig for a lousy hundred bucks…”
“*giggle* your hat is on backwards…”
:: giggle :: I left my panties in the limo.
“What’s this guy’s name again?”
Spin. Spun.
“Joy Division makes me sooooo HAPPY!”
“So you’re good at mixing music…how are you at making videos?”
“Proving once again that dj’s and domestic beer drinkers have no taste.”
I’m, like, named after a city–isn’t that hot?
I can’t remember… did we already have sex, or like,… what?
Paris Hilton’s failed attempt at prison work release program – “I’m gonna be the spokeswoman for that beer in the gold cans. Really!”
K-Fed, you are rockin, and oh so hot!
Do you like my winning smile? I can sing to! Everyone wants to be me!
Even this drunk, You’re still not as hot as I am.
**** WARNING: ‘R’ Rated ****
“Wanna see how Michael Phelps reeeeeally earned the Gold in Breast Stroke?”
Gadgets and Gold: Will Paris Hilton be the next Bond Girl? As a bonus, she is willing to sing the theme song.
Go away, Paris. You smell too skinny.
“Like, red is so ugly, so I’m advertising my own line of Bull”
“I swear, if she blinds me with that can reflection again…”
“Um, the witches at Sunset Tan totally sprayed my Red Bull.”
“I love go-o-o-old.”
Ok, I’m leaning, I’m leaning, and yes! The camera got by good side.
That Britney chick wasn’t even this annoying.
Vote for me!
“I love the way you turn the knobs, Mr. DJ… what happens if I touch this button?”
“I found this new shiny drink after prison… it truly saved me. Wanna try some?”
“Hey Mr. DJ, you should try this new drink. You’ll look hot if you hold something gold. Very OLYMPIC, ya know?”
“I’m like… loving the blue headphones… okay, blue is the new pink! Or black! Or something… (smile).”
“You spin so well… ya know when I was little, my daddy – MR. HILTON – put me in ballet class, and I could do pirouettes and stuff!”
(Internal thoughts: “Omg, hot DJ spinnin’ tonight… let me try and strike up a convo!”)
“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey… Get it? I’m a broken record! Hahaha! (giggles/laughs).
(Internal thoughts: “I thought he’d be able to relate to that one… damn.”)
Thinking…
“I wonder if she knows that’s non-alcoholic….”
“With my left hand, I work the crossfader. With my right, I send an IM to your village to let them know that you are missing…”
Is he looking at me yet? I can’t hold this pose any longer.
Paris Hilton, right, asks the DJ where he bought those “hoppin’ night vision goggles.”
Your blue headphones are so hot.
“Yes, Paris. I know you own half the free world. I still don’t care about your goddamned chihuahua.”
“Look, I know I supposed to be the bimbo, but why the hell are YOU playing disks in the digital era? And they call ME ditsy!”
Lindsay’s not the only one that loves you. I love you too Sam.
Guess where my fingers at and I’ll let you smell it. YUCCKK!
Ear wax is soooo sexy!
“Thats not all thats blue baby”