That little guy posing with Paris is too smiley and kind of disturbing. I can’t imagine what’s going on there. She probably thinks he’s a leprechaun about to lead her to his pot of gold and her poor excuse for cleavage is just the ticket to convince him. Paris on the beach though. Now that’s hot. Combine the not so subtle bruising on her thigh with her waif like figure and the small bikini top around her pecs. It’s enough to make any man drop to their knees and curse God for allowing them to wear boxers today.