
And she’s thinking, ‘Damn, B, I paid through the nose for this shit!’
Lindsay-Everyone-Claims-She’s-Gonna-Die-Soon-Lohan leaves a house party on Saturday night and looks every bit the part.
God, Lindsay. You’re a fucking mess. Your self-tanner’s stained your palms, your gum lines are receding, your pupils are big enough for Gabby Sidibe to walk through … if this wasn’t such an apparent, time-after-time lack of self-regard, I’d start to feel pretty badly for you.
And in case you were wondering, no, I have not a fuck’s clue as to what that shit actually is.