A few noteworthy issues to speak:
1. Lindsay Lohan has self-sufficiently launched her next pivotal stroke of genius. No it is not another faultless attempt on the big screen, a lesbian threesome, or even designer leggings but a line of SELF-TANNER. That's right, Lilo is an American pioneer. First to shoot double imaging in her masterpiece portrayal of Hayley Mills in the Parent Trap, Lindzz is nothing but original. (Many argue that she only took on two roles in this flick, however, if you recall she actually played four-- American girl, British girl, American girl pretending to be British, British girl pretending to be American.) And from experience, the third role is most challenging as I (along with Miss Cogar) tend to take this on quite often. Most commonly while combining vodka sodas with public appearance.
But lets get back to the real issue here. Taking tanning advice from Lilo is like taking diet tips from Kirstie Alley (see above for Lindsay's even and totally genuine "glow"). And yet she is determined to paint the town orange.
I think the best part of this entrepreneurial episode is that she ingeniously tagged the product "Sevin Nyne", a play on her favorite numbers. Which let's face it, I thought were "Sicksty Nyne." Perhaps she got confused.
And while I do not plan to patronize this particular bronzing stimulant (I dare you, Kay), I cannot hide my true feelings for LL. Ultimately the way Edamame's mother feels about her canines teeth brushing regiment, I feel about La Lohan. J'adore the whore.
2. This weekend we had the uncanny opportunity to run into Leah from Top Chef. While most bystanders would typically let any unassuming reality star be left alone, our friend Dargan decided to eloquently rush up to her screaming "Leahhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG LEAHH!... are you still with Josea????!" Of course the answer was "I can't comment, but yes." So there you have it, straight from the source. Thank you miss dargan for exposing US weekly-quality information on what otherwise would have been a mundane Saturday afternoon.
3. Now correct me if I'm wrong but I thought we were in a recession. My favorite shoe store has closed, the stock market is in the toilet, I'm even noticing less kebab stands. And yet there is one unusual retail venue that seems to be prevailing through it all. Babeland. The Neiman Marcus of self pleasure devices taking up prime real estate in not one but two locations in nyc. This is not only a mystery but as seemingly deceptive as the elliptical calorie counter. And yet I can only think of one logical answer: closet masturbators.
Upon closer inspection and a close support group, we decided to take a peek and figure out how this business model was surviving. Despite the over-the-top sales pitch and how-to guide as performed on employees own hand, it was difficult to wait the five minutes before sprinting out of the store in hysterics. I'm glad were so mature. But really, who is patronizing this place besides bachelorette parties, LL, Sam Ronson, and Maggie Nugent? Certainly gives a whole new meaning to the term economic stimulus package...
4. Congratulations 'mame on your hand modeling career. I hope it is more successful than Lilo's self- tanner. Plan to receive the ultimate parafin/moisturizing package from yours truly. And if youre lucky, an edible arrangement (ps i found the headquarters and source of EA in the west village this weekend!!!)
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