If Hitler were around today he might ask that question too. The mind boggles so at the continuing saga of America’s sweet tart, that there are few words left to describe it, but I’ll try.
Once again our beloved heroine was caught with her hands in the cocaine jar. Stopped by Las Vegas police because of a strange “vapor” emanating from the vehicle in which she was traveling, .08 grams of cocaine was subsequently found in her purse. It fell out while she was pulling out some lip balm. I know the first thing I’d be concerned with if I’m pulled over is chapped lips. The errorless heiress claimed that she had borrowed the purse from a friend because the one she’d brought didn’t match her outfit. I hate it when that happens. At some point she even explained that she thought that package of white powder was gum. Maybe the chiclets had chiclets, I don’t know. Anyway, aside from trying to throw a friend under the bus, she rolled out her usual “it’s someone else fault” excuse.