One would think the day after being named the hottest woman in the world - a decision by the way, questioned not only by yours truly but many, many others - Lindsay Lohan might go a wee bit out of her way to look the part.
But last night, stumbling out of Stereo nightclub in NYC with current hump-puppet Calum Best in tow, LiLo, with her coke-bloat, mussed hair and smudged kohl-rimmed eyes looks more like she's about to take the stage at a Poison trubte band concert than strut the mmmhmmm-I'm-hotter-than-all-y'all strut the way Maxim's top lady should.
And I don't care if she did have a Wilson's gift-card "just lying around" -- there's no excuse for that jacket.
4 comments:
hahahahha Bret Michaels is right. when you're on, you're on, doll.
ew, the women's leather jacket. such an awful look.
you are just too funny! when I clicked on that Poison pic, I almost fell out of my chair laughing.
Sigh...funny and hot.
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