Lindsay Lohan exuded the elegance and grace of a back-alley dumpster as she left Boulevard 3 in West Hollywood in the wee hours of Wednesday morning, hours after attending a “Black Eyed Peas” concert and a luncheon to thank her leggings collection staff for their hard work and dedication (gift bags included leftover little Indian children from her slave-saving trip and The Good Coke-Head’s Guide To Anal Exchange For The Good Stuff). Lindsay was still wearing her signature tights from her collection which she designed especially for women who want to look like starved stray cats on a death-match during mating season. Enjoy!
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This is one wreck of a human being. In four months we’ll find dead from an overdose.
Hey!
She’s had it rough and deserves a break.
As does her staff. As do her leggings.
After her break , I’ll give it to her rough again, and then other coinciding stories will make more or less sense, and I won’t continue with this posting as it continues on to confirm unsavory tellings.
man i still wanna party w/her and put it in her ass. fez fucked up.