Uh, think she's drinking again?Or something to that effect. Here's a little newsflash for the insatiable mini-bar-robbing firecrotch: Enjoying a little anonymous sex while vacationing abroad only works when not being followed by a horde of photographers. She's such a rubber hole.
Did Lindsay run away to Italy to escape her publicist and AA minders? She can't get served in LA; Leslie saw to that. She can't party in New York; she's too well-known and too embarrassed after her last trip back home, where she discovered Riley in the woods porking some chick. Besides, she's already slept with all the men in both cities, and London, too. She's got to branch out.
Can you guess why they call me Blohan?
Here's Lindsay climbing all over some scruffy Italian actor named Dario. She probably ruined all his clothes when her spray tan rubbed off, but at least he'll have a tale to tell his grandkids some day.
