Paris's Pole Fumble

Despite this entry's title, we will not be discussing Paris Hilton after a bout of heavy substance-injesting, leading Stamos Nachos to her pink boudoir, yanking down his pants, and making a ham-handed grab for a bedknob. Apologies.

An anonymous tipster wrote to Defamer and recounted the following glorious tale of Paris, knocked caddywhompus by the crashing of the Nachos's 21rst birthday jamboree at her domicile by one "wasted" Courtney Love:

My new lady friend took me with her to Paris Hilton's house on Monday night for Stavros's glorious 21st birthday party. Well the liquor was flowing freely, I overheard Nicky say (about Courtney Love), "She's here... don't let her in, she's wasted." Of course, she was let in. Andy Milonakis was there, but HERE is the icing on the cake. Sometime after 1am Paris and Stavros were dancing together on Paris's stripper pole when THE FUCKING POLE RIPPED OUT OF THE CEILING AND THEY FELL ON THE FLOOR. What I would have done to have caught it on my camera phone, someone must have caught it.

Which begs the question: What is the proper etiquette when one's poorly installed coochie column comes loose from its anchorings, sending the writhing dancer to the floor? Laugh it off, dust oneself off, and gallantly grab a glass of champagne? Or act as if nothing happened, continuing one's silent grinding and humping while lying on the floor, coated in plaster and loose bolts?
Not to mention the greater philosophical question: if a stripper pole falls in Paris Hilton's house and no camera phone is there to record it, does it make a sound?
Paris is burning, and naked, at MrSkin.com.