The only way I could be more ecstatic about the new Lindsay Lohan movie I Know Who Killed Me is if it was autobiographical.
I haven't been this excited since House of Wax came out. And God knows that baby delivered.
I'm thisclose to throwing a pop culture party to commemorate the blessed event. I can see it now: Timbaland tuna tartare, Harry Potstickers... just be grateful I stopped before David Beckham and cheese sandwiches.
And instead of goody bags, a slip of paper telling you when to hand your baby or husband over to Angelina Jolie. Because she's going to end up with all of them eventually anyway.