Tara Reid just can’t stop getting thirstay for the sweet sweet nectar. America’s biggest wreck got out of rehab a few of months ago and I guess that shit didn’t stick. Tara was in Cannes over the weekend looking like she just crawled out of an Andre bottle that was laying in the gutter for a couple of weeks. Even her weave tracks are trying to sneak out down below, because they are sick of her constant drunkery. Bitch’s barfy weave looks like something Kim Zolciak’s road kill wig farted up. Tara needs a rake and some Hazmat-made conditioner.
And is it just me or does Tara’s boyfriend-thing kind of look like Michael Imperioli’s older and slower brother?