Kids – you know things are getting dicey for our collective block of sunshine when she begins to turn up to work community service in her cleavage appointed sheer cotton rosebud tightness.
egostatic: Nevertheless, when you’re Lindsay Lohan, you do think a bit differently. For instance, skipping the bra and taking your double barreled cannons downtown to the Women’s Center for your first day’s probation violation punishment. Nothing says, hello, I’m here to be fondled against my will during community service like flashing the unfettered ginger funbags in jiggle-me-Elmo fashion for all the hardened gals to see.
Personally I can’t get over all that heavy pouting and them dark James Bond sunglasses- but if you must know what I really can’t get over is the terrible glare in my face as those siliconed bravos swagger off the page and into my afternoon teacup of Earl’s Grey.
Never mind Lilo, me and them media bitches will always have a hard on soft spot for you.
If only I could muster the nerve and commit a heinous crime like you for the off chance that I’ll be getting to sweep dead bodies off the floor.
Isn’t life a treat when your a national disgrace media whore?