Oscar Post-Party Fugshion: The Hilton Sisters

[Photo courtesy of Daily Celeb.]

Paris: Hey, Mrs. Meister. You look hott. Squished boobs are hott.

Nicky: Thanks, P, you bitch. You look... gold. Both your skin and your dress.

Paris: Yeah. Tanning is hott. Orange really works for you, too. Anyway, the dress I wanted, I couldn't get, because the number was in my Sidekick and all these total, like, average people were calling the designer and asking for specially made, like, overalls and stuff. Overalls are hott, though.

Nicky: Where did you get it?

Paris: It's an old dress of Mom's. Hand-me-downs are hott.

Nicky: Call it "vintage." That plays better. And get it tailored next time so it actually sort of fits and doesn't make you look matronly.

Paris: I couldn't. Those Internet, like, thief-people posted a message I wrote about Mom's seamstress. Something about, "Tell spinster crotchrag she didnt take up miniskirt enuf -- not hott,'" or something, I don't know, but that skirt is going to be hott.

Nicky: Whatever. I have to go file a police report about the guy who mugged me on my way here.

Paris: Don't. Knife-Attack Couture is hott.

Nicky: You're hott.

Paris: I know.