Lindsay Lohan is like a stripper that you got really drunk with, and in your wasted misjudgment, you paid for oral sex with. Now you’ve got herpes, you keep picking ash out of your teeth and she wont stop calling because that night was the “best moment of her life”.

Anyway, here is that crazy 48 year old on the cover of a magazine looking like Jesus, well Jesus if he had been a Flavor of Love contestant and smoked 80 a day.

The thing about this is, that Lindsay is absolutely going to twitter about this at some stage like we give a crap. That skank is waiting by her phone with a cigarette in hand so she can vehemently slam controversy over this picture, but the thing is that the only people who give a shit about Lindsay Lohan pissing all over religions are gay bishops who read Heat magazine.