Rehabilitated, recently rack-revealed Lindsay Lohan paid a visit to a nightclub called Villa. And as she was secreted away to a waiting SUV, she ate shit right there on the pavement:
Sure, one could argue that she was wasted. Soused. Under the influence. Tight. But who among you have not fallen down while in a perfectly sober state? Of course, you probably don’t have a history of alcohol abuse, and at the time you most likely were not being helped out of a VIP club and shuttled to a vehicle, head down in shame, at 4 in the morning. But hey, let’s give Lindsay Lohan the benefit of the doubt here. Maybe there are other, innocent, non-boozy forces contributing to her fall. Like a banana peel just out of frame, lying atop a slick puddle of Acme oil spilled by a cartoon bird. Good thing she went down when she did, or those anvils would have creamed her but good.
