If it's not Lindsay, it's Paris. These two were meant to be train wrecks. I find this picture very interesting. What do you think Paris is thinking about in this instance? Hmmm....
Wait, I don't see my underwear. Why is everyone screaming about my underwear when I don't even have any on? Wow, my head feels heavy in this position. This rug is like totally dirty. I wonder if my ass looks as good as I think it does right now. *hiccup* And where's the stripper pole? I mean, someone promised me there would be a stripper pole in this club! I'm calling daddy. He can have one flown in like in two seconds. Something smells funny. And now I'm craving fish tacos.[Image via Splash News]
