Monday, October 30, 2006
Looks like Linsday indulged in a little too much of her two best friends, liquor and blow...she doesn't have the nickname "Blohan" for nothing. Listen to the aftermath of her fucked-up night, from TMZ, who, I love it, had spies out and about early on a Sunday morning:
"At 6:45 am, a TMZ spy spotted Lindsay at Olive and Sunset in Hollywood, near a dog park. Lindsay was sitting in her parked black Cadillac Escalade and our spy, who was walking his dog, could see Lohan through the tinted windows, "freaking out" and talking on her phone.Then, Lohan called our spy over and told him that two men in a silver Toyota 4Runner -- parked behind her -- had been following her for the last two hours, trying to "hit" her vehicle. Our spy reports that "she seemed out of it," that it appeared she'd been out all night, and that she'd clearly been crying, with mascara running down her face. "I've called the cops," said Lindsay of her alleged pursuers. "But the cops can't catch them." What Lindsay didn't even realize in her reduced state was that the two men in the Toyota were actually paparazzi. Our spy saw them snapping away. And, he says, as their vehicle started to creep up on Lindsay's Escalade, she shifted into drive, hit the gas and took off. The paparazzi followed her."
She's been followed so many times by paparazzi that you'd think, even when fucked up, she can identify two men in a nice-looking car with wide angle lens on their cameras. She must have been in rare form. And am I the only one that cares that she drives around LA fucked up out of her mind all the time? Okay, pot calling the kettle black, Sarah. Pot calling the kettle black.