Take Jack Skellington, splatter him with mud, and strap two rubbers filled with Jello to his chest and whaddaya got? Topless Lindsay Lohan. That's a little harsh, and we are not the type to pooh-pooh a famous lady who takes naked pictures even while having nothing to promote–we don't look a gift yabbo in the mouth. Or the nipple. We're just longing for the halcyon days of Lohan's New York magazine naked shoot. The soft, womanly flesh. The healthy, glowing face. The full, pendulous tetherball chest. Lindsay, we're worried. Frankly, we're starting to think that maybe Samantha Ronson isn't such a great influence after all. The worst part of that is that it means we agree with Michael Lohan on something. We may as well start drawing cartoon renditions of Lindsay with Biblical undertones. Or wearing mesh shirts with Lee Relaxed Riders. After the cut: nip, sweet nip.
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At least she hasn't forgotten about teasing us, but she needs to eat another Big Mac… preferably without puking it afterwards.
Iggy Pop without the veins.
She's actually hot for once, and now you're complaining about her being skinny?