Lindsay Lohan lives her life on the edge, even when she's just crossing the street.
The starlet, whose new movie Georgia Rule slinks into theaters this weekend (good luck against Spider Man Linds), was rushing across 54th Street in Manhattan Tuesday to meet some autograph hounds when she was nearly flattened by a taxi. According to witnesses, the speeding cab came to a stop just five feet short of Lohan, who in typical Lindsay fashion continued merrily across the thoroughfare, oblivious to the taxi which remained idling there for several minutes.
It must be true what they say - God protects drunks, children and dippy starlets.
And another thing I know is true - Dina Lohan has a big fat prevaricating mouth. Hours after the near-death of her daughter on a Manhattan street, Dina was at the Georgia Rule premiere defending Lindsay against allegations that she's an Ecstasy-and-coke-freak. You can probably already guess the gist of what Dina said, but just for the record, here are the bitch's exact words:
We don't read the tabloids. There's so much fabrication. We all live in glass houses, and if you don't know somebody, you really don't know the truth.
First of all Dina, we don't want to know you. We can tell just by looking at you that you're the kind of woman who throws hideous dinner-parties where everyone is drunk by eight. You're a cackling witch who is full of bullshit. And as to the tabs being full of fabrication - in many instances this is true, but unfortunately, they don't need to concoct stories about Lindsay, because Lindsay actually does the kind of stuff they usually only make up. Are you trying to tell us that News of the World and their source are lying about the coke allegations? Even when there are pictures? So I suppose that's all CGI then. And the witnesses are all lying. Sorry Dina, but eventually, the mountain of evidence gets large enough that you can no longer deny its existence, or attribute it to some vast conspiracy of liars. Of course, you yourself will go on denying, even after that mountain has reached Everest-like proportions. Lindsay could snort coke on national television with you sitting right there and you'd still say it never happened, and then mutter some lame shit about glass houses.