Lindsay Lohan is officially off the wagon. This news is about as shocking as the news that Paris Hilton is going to be filming her trip to Rwanda. As in, not shocking at all. Anyone who thought she'd last longer than 5 minutes on the outside is obviously either retarded or putting too much faith in God. Maybe both. In addition, she's broke as hell:
"And now the 21-year-old is so skint she can't afford her own place—and has become a lodger at a rich pal's mansion. Her extravagant spending spree includes:
* A MILLION dollars on just one hotel bill
* $137,000 in rehab costs as she battles her hopeless addiction to drink and drugs
* THOUSANDS more in legal fees after multiple drink driving convictions.
We can reveal that after jetting back to Los Angeles this week following her two-month stay at the Utah's Cirque Lodge rehab clinic, Lohan is staying in the guest house of billionaire Tom Gores, executive producer on her recent film I Know Who Killed Me."
Like I said before, the hits just keep on coming. Next up: Daddy Lohan grants an exclusive interview to Entertainment Tonight, The Insider, In Touch Weekly, Star, and OK! chronicling the ongoing battle with his inner demons and "that thing with his daughter." Then Dina will fire back on Oprah, calling him a sex addict and a liar, and insist that Lindsay is "doing great and trying to surround herself with positive people." Then Lindsay will end up face down in a pile of her own vomit at Hyde, with her skirt pulled up over her head and penises drawn all over her face. Then she'll be arrested again for carrying a concealed firearm. Then back to rehab, then repeat. I know because I'm psychic. Just kidding, I know because it's fucking obvious.
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