Kids, LeAnn spent her birthday holed up on some bronzed lacquered beach on Malibu with that creep she calls her personal stud-Eddie Cibrian. While blowing air kisses to all the pre assembled photographers (me thinks the bixch handpicked at least 70 photographers that morning to ‘casually drop by) LeeAnn had a little snafu. What snafu you wonder? The bixch couldn’t quite figure out how to keep her little itty bikini from running up her crotch. But this it seems are the little brutal inconveniences of negotiating eternity half naked.
That said, let’s have a ‘casual’ look at where her bikini kept going up her crotch….