Baron Hilton

Hell ‘hath frozen over. Apparently Paris Hilton is now the moral police. Teaching lessons and everything.

TMZ says, We’re told Paris rejected her brother’s request, telling her 18-year-old brother, “You’re going to learn your lesson.” TMZ also knows Paris was “very upset and very disappointed in him.” 

What?  I guess Paris is now the purveyor of all things right with our world. She should become a highschool counselor now, I mean, lets face it, she was just in jail…she must have came out a changed woman!

He is also wanted by the fashion police for that hideous shirt.

This is Paris Hilton’s brother, in case him receiving a DUI didn’t already clue you in.

TMZ says, Cops tell TMZ he was driving a black Mercedes on Pacific Coast Highway with a passenger — not one of his sisters– when he was pulled over at a 76 gas station. 

Cops say Barron begged and pleaded to get out of it, even offering them his riches. He did not offer them the shirt however.

Or so it would seem. The less media-whoring Hilton was recently caught shacking up in a hotel all night with girlfriend Sky Peters, daughter of Producer Jon Peters. They are both 16. In the Hilton family, it is a prerequisite that you must get going early if you want to be a part of the family, maybe he is practicing for his 18th birthday video shoot?

Page Six says, On Friday, the two holed up in room 261 at the Bel Air Hotel and “something happened,” said a friend of Jon’s, as “police were called.” A rep for Jon reached the producer at his Santa Barbara ranch and told Page Six: “Jon has responded that he will be looking into the purported relationship, and why Christine is allowing their youngest daughter to spend nights out.”

Paris still looks hot. Not that she should start looking non-hot. I was just reminded when I saw this picture. Who is that other guy that looks like the lead singer of The Wallflowers? Is he another Dylan? I wish I was Paris’ brother, could you even begin to imagine your life?

No job, just getting tail. All you would do everyday is go get tail. You don’t crunch numbers, except for counting bras.

I hate my family.