This photo... By far my favourite snapshot from the trial. Just look at Holley. She can barely contain herself. The blast of alcy-air emanating from Lindsay's mouth is giving her harsh cravings. I guarantee that after the trial, Holley pounded back a bottle of gin in the middle of Hollywood Boulevard, stumbled into some random's hotel room to some oh-so-nicely placed rails which she definitely DEFINITELY didn't know were there OR enjoy, then fell on top of an effing cactus because some 'paps ambushed her'. Yes, Ms. Holley absolutely needs some much-deserved rest. Hell! Girl should be ready for retirement.
We'll miss you Shawn. Or at least I will! I wish I could say the same for Blohan. Girl can't remember anything... Her middle name, to not drink while wearing her bejewelled SCRAM bracelet, or that she hasn't had a paying job since Mean Girls.... Even though the little voices inside her head tell her otherwise!
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