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January 2, 2008 | celebrity | editor | 0 Comments
If you think about it, it's perfectly reasonable that Lindsay Lohan would go to Italy and fuck some dude she's known for about ten minutes. I'm lying of course. What the hell is wrong with this girl? Can't she go two days without someone new sticking something inside of her? The most extra romantic part is how the big fat guy holding a cigarette starts to unzip his pants right there on the couch, while still in a club and paparazzi flash bulbs going off like someone just pulled a curtain and revealed King Kong. And why wouldn't he. It's Lindsay Lohan. No rules, man.