The goddess Sheba is smiling with the knowledge that her spiritual daughter Lindsay Lohan has just been signed on to spread her
thing good nature for the time tested barometer of all that is legitimate and comforting for women that smell a good pay day when it’s offered- Playboy magazine.
Uncle Hugh had originally only offered our collective media whore $750 K, but our temptress held out and now Uncle Hugh is going to go without a few bottles of Dom Perignon this weekend to make sure he ponies up Lilo’s $1 million
ransom show me your goodies fee. Which is another way of saying, Uncle Hugh doesn’t have a doubt in his mind that all the children of Nevada and collective America to boot will be ogling one wintry day in the near future to marvel at the theme called – ‘Lindsay Lohan has got curve and then some….’
But here’s the part that really impresses me- apparently our collective media whore has already begun shooting this past weekend, that whilst supposedly picking up the brine of dead bodies at the LA morgue. Nothing that a hawt bixch like Lilo can’t stomach on her way to putting some much needed funds in her bank account and a few new additions to ‘this is the coco bag I found stuck behind my earlobe the other morning- here taste it,’ routine.
One rosy day in the near future, Lilo will slowly unwrap her guest edition of her Playboy performance, gush at the marvel of airbrushing, the body she never knew she had, the angels dancing in the background and the barrage of tears at the knowledge that once again she hoodwinked America once again.
Such are the joys and high pay-offs of the most extraordinary orchestrated performances known to supposedly troubled starlets. If only all troubled crack heads could resurrect their existence with such aplomb….