More Lezzy Lovin'

I need to hurry over to West Hollywood and rescue my Lily from the sticky fingers (and dog knows what else) of Lilo before she's tainted forever. I can forgive her for wearing mutilated Bambi and then getting bombed at the Glamour Women of the Year Awards in London last week. I can overlook her getting caught with drugs on her tour bus when in Canada, thus creating immigration issues and preventing me from watching her in concert in the states.

But so help me, if she's pressing her pink taco against the fire-crotch, I might have to reconsider buying her next album. (Yeah, right. You know I'd buy it anyway.) Let's hope that she heads over to Mark Ronson's place (his sister Sam is that chick Lilo keeps denying she's in a lezzy relationship with) and just does the work thing while she's amongst us bobble heads in Cali.