Nature's most perfect (and most-sued!) blogger has arrived from L.A. to our fair city, his old stomping grounds. (He used to share an apartment in Stuy Town, ya know.) Mega-harsh words from a reader: "Perez Hilton is blogging his way through yet another pathetic, albeit profitable, morning at the Starbucks in Sheridan Square. What a tragic waste of human flesh. Were I Buffalo Bill in 'The Silence of Lambs,' precious Perez would find himself in a very deep and dark well with a short lifetime supply of Jergens lotion." Sheesh, sounds like someone needs to sneak out for a yoga class! No word on whether there were Photoshop coke dots near his nostrils or 2D representations of ejaculate pooled on his face.

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