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If it weren't for the fact that Nicole Richie was required to show her bobbies in a semi-private part of the Reno airport, we would have just assumed that she had a few too many in the cocktail lounge. But, in fact, the slutty second-fiddle's breast became an issue of national security when her nipple ring set off an airport metal detector on a recent trip from Reno to New York.
With the quick-wittedness of a character from Three's Company, Nicole offered to let the guard cop a feel -- just to prove that it was real (the nipple ring, of course):
"I'm like: "What if I say you can touch it? It should be fine." [The guard's] like: "No, I'm not allowed to do that."
Damn rules!
"So they brought in two female officers and took me not to necessarily the most private place in the airport and made me take off my top. Thank God I'm not a shy person, but what if I was shy?"
Well, Nicole -- if you were a shy person, this wouldn't be news but, then again, neither would you. (via Ananova.)
