Lindsay Lohan has to realize at some point that every time a penis goes into her vagina, it comes out a million dollars richer. Once your penis is in Lindsay Lohan, it’s like a golden penis. It is a penis worth its weight in gold. That penis orgasms gold dust. That is a gilded urethra. Lindsay Lohan’s vagital cavity is essentially a gold mine. I could go on. I have more.
But I’ll leave some for the other bloggers.
Just weeks after Riley Giles sold his story to News of the World, some dude Linds banged in Italy is selling her out, too.
“Lindsay was very, very good and surprisingly experienced. She wanted to do everything, every position. She was extremely flexible and adventurous … I was hurt and sad when I found out about the other guys. I think that’s the way things are with Lindsay. But she was very sweet and loving in bed. It was a good sex match.”
After meeting on a “hydrofoil” (What the hell is a hydrofoil? It sounds like something my hairdresser says I should try.), he says “I couldn’t believe it when she asked if I could come to the dinner afterwards. I was proud to accompany herâ€”then she invited me to a couple of clubs with her two friends. Despite her recent troubles she was downing alcoholâ€”vodka cranberry and vodka soda. All of a sudden, she pressed up close, looked me in the eyes and asked if she could kiss me. It was a strange role-reversal and it took me aback. But I came to my senses and kissed her. We did nothing but kiss in the club after that. She didn’t care who was watching. I never imagined in my wildest dreams we would end up in bed. We spent a long time talking, lying side by side on top of her bed. She told me about her problems with drugs and alcohol. She said she was trying to get over them and that she’d spent time in a rehab clinic but didn’t want to talk too much about that. She kept telling me she liked me because I was “a good boy”â€”I don’t smoke or take drugs. She said she was falling for me, she liked me. I liked her too. The thing that struck me most about her was her intelligenceâ€”I found her very lucid and bright … She adored kissing and never wanted to stopâ€”no matter what we were doing. We had safe sex, and afterwards she cuddled up to me and we went to sleep.”
At least she’s having safe sex! Now if only Lindsay could learn to keep NDAs on her bedstand with the condoms.
January 5, 2008 at 11:27 pm by Evil Beet
Halle showed up at the Palm Springs Film Festival’s awards night looking fantastic and quite preggers.
Where is her hottie model boyfriend? I haven’t seen a shot of him recently. I’m sure all is still well in paradise, but I miss seeing his hottie face.
January 5, 2008 at 11:02 pm by Evil Beet
Yet another set of Katherine Heigl photos with nary a cancer stick in sight.
Katie had said she planned to give up smoking in the new year. Is it possible she’s actually keeping her resolution?
If so, you go, girl!
January 5, 2008 at 10:51 pm by Evil Beet
Still at home. No word on who’s with her.
The LAPD have begun towing paparazzi vehicles because of resident complaints.
You know who doesn’t give a fuck?
The paparazzi. They’re not going anywhere. A good shot of Britney right now is worth waaaay more than it costs to get a vehicle out of the tow lot.
January 5, 2008 at 10:48 pm by Evil Beet
Vanessa Hudgens and Zac Efron pose as a “couple” for the cameras at the Palm Springs Film Festival, where Zac is promoting Hairspray.
Don’t they both look thrilled?
That’s some hot sex waiting to happen. Hot, awkward, fumbling, unpleasant, hey-can-I-use-the-dildo-too?, not-happening sex.
January 5, 2008 at 10:39 pm by Evil Beet
Meanwhile, Chris Daughtry had the most popular album of the year and Jennifer Hudson won a damn Oscar.
Love him or hate him, SIMON COWELL IS ALWAYS RIGHT.