So it turns out the weird story of Paris Hilton hanging out with an an out-of-work actor impersonating a Buddhist monk was a retarded attempt at paparazzi get back from the feeble brain of Ashton Kutcher. The trucker hat wearin' 'Punk'd' producer has a lame new show called 'Pop Fiction' (like 'Pulp Fiction'?) which only he thinks is hi-larious.
FOX News reported on the fictional 'Paris gets spiritual' publicity:
"The performance for the paps was reportedly for Kutcher's new E! series premiering this Sunday entitled "Pop Fiction." The show is designed to make gullible paps and media outlets look pathetic by pulling all sorts of pranks."
Sounds like Ashton has George Clooney-size issues with the paparazzi.
Except for the small fact that most of the 'paparazzi' in Los Angeles aren't real paparazzi. There's like 3 or 4, maybe as many as 5 working snappers who are actually on paid assignments for gossip rags, but the other 400 are freelancers who've never sold a single picture of a celebrity in their lives. They are nothing more than stalkers. With cameras.
But Hey, Ashton, even if they aren't real paps you're still an ass wipe, mmm-kay?
