With her clothing line having the same success as a stripper wannabe attempting to ride the pole for the first time, her father calling her an empty fungus doped up on prescription pills and on Tuesday having to endure her make-up getting mixed up with old-man saliva as that same old man played Limbo Bend with her crotch (photographer Mario Testino at his book’s launch party), Lindsay’s issues seem to be stacking up like old magazines…good thing the bovine collagen is still holding up inside her trout pout…that’s at least something to cheer her up…that and the huge bow stuck to her head…
October 8, 2009 at 5:41 am
pauvre, pauvre pushicat… hic
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October 9, 2009 at 9:41 am
Has she made it past twenty-seven years old? If not, I’ve got a thousand bucks says she doesn’t. Look at her. She looks like that Winehouse skank: deflated, depraved, desperate and dead, only still walking around because her heart hasn’t seized up…yet.
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October 10, 2009 at 9:57 pm
i agree with the comment above this one
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