Ice Ice baby

If you see Paris at a club, beware.

The same thing always happens. She struts over to the DJ booth, slips him her CD and convinces him to play some tracks while she flashes her goods, dancing on the banquet and lip synching along.

Unfortunatley, club goers are forced to just deal with this until Paris has it out of her system.

Well, the peeps at Pure nightclub were going to do something about it. So some of them pelted Paris with ice cubes. No word on if that got her to stop or not, but I applaud their effort.

Probably not the kind of ice Paris is used to getting thrown at her.