Paris Hilton hates Tinkerbell

According to them, Tinkerbell is no more.

In a move likely to make People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals foam at the mouth, the air-headed heiress has sent her once ubiquitous purebred pooch packing, claims New York magazine.

Paris, 24, purportedly prefers her younger, tinier pup Bambi (think “All About Eve,” but with dogs), which she acquired back in March, and has banished the quivery, shivery Tink to second-rate celebrity status by sending her to live with her mom, Kathy.

“[Paris] only likes them when they’re very small,” a source tells the mag, “and Tinkerbell got too big.”

And you know what this means? No more gratuitous photos of Paris Hilton and that ugly thing everyone else calls a dog.

Now we just have to cross our fingers really hard. Hopefully her new pet Bambi won’t be half as ugly as Tinkerbell or Paris Hilton herself.

Cause it’s already very scary seeing one ugly whore bitch without any morals strolling down the streets. A second one would be absolute hell.

This guy has a weird fetish with names

In the beginning when people actually cared, he was Sean Combs, then it became Puff Daddy, then he decides to call himself P Diddy and now he decided to drop the “P”.

Hip-hop impresario and fashion designer Sean “P. Diddy” Combs wants to make it easier for fans to shower him with adoration — so he’s dropping the “P.” from his stage name.

From now on, it’s just Diddy.

You know what Diddy reminds me of? Pet names people give their penises.

But I’m not saying I call my penis Diddy. Diddy just sounds too sissy, like what a small penis would be called. I call mine Macho, but that’s another story.

And I think as long as the music is good, I mean who cares about the name. Oh ya, all the stuff he comes up with, which he calls music, is horrible. So that explains it.