I love you Lohan, your bad-streak this decade has brought me so much tabloid joy, I really should be thanking you.  But Lohan, this piece of advertorial garbage, though it has brought me much joy, has brought it at your expense.

Pointy fingers, gun hands, skinny legs, sit down, stand up, look forward.

Kiss face, kiss noise, smack (did you seriously say smack?  Sweetie, no).  Fornarina.

The world might eat you alive for this one.

More from Stink Wallet

• Old Habits | Writing | Vancouver | Musings, Tangents, Rants | StinkWallet
• Weepy about Where the Wild Things Are | Writing | Vancouver | Musings, Tangents, Rants | StinkWallet
• The tide has Turned | Writing | Vancouver | Musings, Tangents, Rants | StinkWallet