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It's time again to gather around the cheese plate and come up with some discussion group questions for our highly erudite examination of 'House of Hilton,' Jerry Oppenheimer's new 'whatever's left to expose' expos of Paris and her fam. Today, Jacob Bernstein's lengthy fluffing in WWD has us even more excited for this book's juicy tidbits. With our ritual flip-through, we hit Hilton gold right away. Or, well, pale yellow. Go ahead and slink shamefacedly along with us past the jump, won't you?

There was considerable chatter that as Paris got older she made use of facilities at other hotels in Las Vegas where she demanded and received VIP treatment, just like her parents did. According to an insider, PAris and her pals "used the saunas in one hotel to go to the bathroom in becausethey were too lazy to get out of the sauna to use the actual bathroom facilities." Paris's purported urination problems became public in 2005 when a blogger, and then the New York Post, reported that "cleaning crews had to be brought in" at the opening of a Las Vegas club because Paris "was not able to wait in line for the bathroom." In early 2006, a Hawaiian taxi driver claimed she was inebriated and had urinated in his cab. He threatened to use her DNA in a court suit.

Nothing we didn't already know, of course, but it's fun to see it all together like that. If that's your idea of fun. Hey, no judgments.