Good Lord. Lindsay has always had decent boobs. I clearly didn’t realize that getting breast augmentation while in “rehab” (read: UCLA Psych Ward/Plastic Surgery Unit) was an option. Honey, you didn’t need to do this.
Look at our girl, wearing the same flannel shirt that she wore yesterday by the by, trotting in to see her probation officer this morning. Yikes.
Those shoes? I can’t. I just can’t.