Last night, tossed aside socialite Paris Hilton made her premiere as a DJ in São Paulo, before you ask: no, I have no idea what Brazilians did to deserve this. It’s the equivalent of waking up in a bathtub full of ice without your kidneys. The only person that we can blame for this is DJ Afrojack, the man who decided to help Paris be a DJ, I’m guessing because he lost a fiddling contest with the devil or something (This is why you read the fine print, kids!) Listening to Paris try to play her new song, only to play a completely different song over it, is the equivalent of getting that incurable strain of gonorrhea in your ears!
