Before yesterday's "GQ Obsession" post, we went for six cold, long, and empty days with nary a mention of The Lohan. What was she doing for those six days? Needlepoint? Dawson's Creek marathon? Diana Ross's son? As it turns out, she might have been CUTTING. Or maybe "cunting" would be more appropriate. After the cu(n)t, scars and more fiery crotch!

One of our favorite sources, The Sun, ran a story today that includes several pictures of Lindsay with curious marks all over her arms:



Cutting expert Jan Sutton told The Sun that “The photographs have all the telltale signs.The arms are the most common place for self injury."
Well, Lohan is into tattoos, so scarification isn't exactly out of the question for our little modern primitive, especially since she exhibits all the warning signs of mall gothiness lurking under the surface: romantic drama, a new BFF every week, troubled home life, love of the color black, 30 Seconds to Mars on iPod, and so on. She's one step a way from platform boots with flames on them and a Death: the High Cost of Living tee.

But Lindsay's got a bigger problem. And that problem is missing panties. And chronic mental retardation, since she's accidentally shown her clammily bald clam about 40 times already, and yet doesn't seem to grasp the concept of no underdrawers + short dress + exiting car + cameras = gynecological spelunking. This time, she nearly offers up a touch of anus as well. Which, coincidentally, is the name of her new fragrance that will be released in time for the holidays. Lindsay Lohan's A Touch of Anus.

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