If you told me that this was really White Oprah trying to look like 25-year-old (in Stodden years, obviously) Lindsay Lohan with the help of a backwards discount wig named Crystal from Party City, bronzer (in shade: death diarrhea) mixed with bloody dirt from a crime scene and the make-up artist who did Pam’s rotting skin on True Blood, I wouldn’t call you a liar. This is LiLo at an amfAR gala in NYC last night, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she once she strolled in looking like that, the organizers changed the event to benefit her instead of AIDS research, because DAMN. We can all update the saying “like death warmed over” to “like LiLo warmed over.”
LiLo obviously doesn’t have any friends, because a true friend wouldn’t let her leave the motel room looking like Owen Wilson going to a Halloween party as a zombie Loretta Swit. Somebody needs to cover her with a fumigation tent and drag her to church for a long soak in a bowl of holy water right after they sit her down for a one-on-one intervention with Nancy Reagan. LiLo is a walking Just Say No campaign. I mean, those gaping nostril holes need a lap band around them, because bitch can snort a line from across the room.
When you’re 25 and making Woody Allen look young, fresh and hot by comparison, it’s time to get Jesus in your life. Shit, Scientology is the devil, but at this point I’d tell LiLo to get some Xenu in her life.