This is what Lindsay Lohan chose to wear while she was out and about the other day. These freckled, implant breasted, braless peepshows of hers are starting to get a little old. Not as old as the sweater she’s wearing as a dress which I can only assume she lifted from the “It Wasn’t Worth as Much as I Thought, What a Total Waste of Time it Was Standing in Line For 14 Hours, I’m Such a Loser” dumpster parked outside of a taping of “Antiques Roadshow,” but it’s still pretty old. The stench of Lindsay’s desperation is almost as funky as my sweet breakdancing moves and the way I sing Jackson 5 tunes. Tito, get me a tissue.