Like a person with emphysema and terminal lung cancer sticking it to the medical community by smoking through his tracheotomy hole, Lindsay Lohan has given the proverbial "F U" to the bad man who sent her The Letter, heroically picked up her neglected bikinis, and booze, and defiantly shimmied off into the wee hours, leaving this bold and diabolical headline in her wake:
To be fair, The Letter only stated that Lindsay was not to delay filming or show up late on the set of her movie anymore. It didn't say that she couldn't show up hung over, still drunk, half asleep, or high as the clouds in the sky. So this jam-packed schedule of near constant partying-as-a-verb should not be cause for alarm. If Lindsay can hit several clubs, beaches, and even a different city over the weekend and still show up for shooting in the morning, who are we to pooh-pooh her? Maybe donning a flattering (much more flattering that that Pivenish beige monstrosity) blue bikini and getting a million pictures taken is Lindsay's idea of job insurance. She'll stay out all weekend chugging Blue Hawaiians and doing rails off Harry Morton's man-nipples, show up on Monday with bleary eyes and the DTs, but all the Georgia Rule people can say is, "Awwwwww! Don't her boobies look soooo pretty in that bikini?" Well-played, Lohan.
And you can always find MORE Lindsay pics at MrSkin.com.
