A stray dessert
Dreaming of a white Christmas
December 18, 2006 2 comments
Among the other crucial news on which I failed to report last week was a photograph published by the New York Post showing Scunthorpe Travelodge with something white in her nostril. Travelodge’s PR, Elliot Mintz, made this fabulous statement:
I can tell you Paris does not use narcotics. I would imagine it’s something like whipped cream or a sugary substance from dessert, something that naturally might have found its way onto her face if she touched her nose. I’d label it a stray dessert.
A stray dessert. It’s so beautiful it brings tears to my eyes, as though a raggedy knickerbocker glory were to waddle up to the door of a farmhouse, looking up and mewling pitifully through the glass at the owner, who would then let it in and give it a loving home. In her nose. What stray foodstuffs are currently up your nose, readers?
Putting food up her nose? Clearly an eating disorder.
She’s also a crappy tipper.
Off-topic, but unspeak-related:
http://www.theonion.com/content/node/56628
The story accompanying the pix includes this:
So it seems perfectly plausible that a small quantity of the coke avoided being gulped down and escaped upwards into her nose.