Way to go, Linds!

After LA police chief William Bratton stepped WAY over the line by involving Lindsay Lohan’s sexuality in an on-the-record discussion of pending paparazzi legislation, Lindsay had some choice words to say to him when the paps tracked her down at the airport.

“Police, you shouldn’t get involved in everyone else’s business when it comes to their personal life, it’s inappropriate,” she said.

As for Samantha? She’s updated her Facebook status to say “chief bratton should talk less and do more.”

I’m actually shocked that Chief Bratton’s not getting more static for this. I cannot believe he just dragged Lindsay’s fucking sexuality into a discussion of what the paparazzi can and can’t do. It’s grossly inappropriate and unprofessional, and it’s shocking to me that he hasn’t seen further consequences for this.

It’s not even that slow a news day, but somehow E! has written an entire story about how LiLo and SamRo were allowed to chainsmoke inside Crown Bar in WeHo last night. Can you believe it? The management didn’t even complain.

You know what else, you guys?

It’s an EVIL BEET EXCLUSIVE!!!!

Lindsay Lohan just turned 21 last year. But somehow she’s been frequenting the club scene for about five years. By my calculations, this means she was underage for several years when she was drinking in clubs, and the management didn’t even complain.

Can you believe it? Celebrities are treated differently than other people! I smell a Pulitzer!

Anyway, the DJ at Crown reportedly played Lindsay’s new single, “Bossy,” and Lindsay didn’t even seem to care. She was just busy texting on her Blackberry. She was probably just hiding her face because she was ashamed that she had anything to do with that song.

And as for SamRo? “They didn’t kiss or hold hands, but they sat very close together,” said a spy. “At one point, Lindsay laid her head on Sam’s shoulder. You could tell they are very close.”

La Lohan and SamRo are back in LA, and were roaming the streets the other day. And it’s actually come to this — I am censoring a T-shirt. Because there are penises on Samantha’s T-shirt. Because she is cool with that. I want a T-shirt with a penis on it. In fact, I want anything with a penis on it. I get no play.

Uncensored pic is after the jump. I may or may not get an email from my boss asking me to take it down. If the penis is on a T-shirt, does that count as a real penis? I’m not sure. It’s art, Mr. Boss Man. It’s art. See? Like this:

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Remember when we used to do “Your Daily Lohan” segments around here? That was back in the days when you might ever see Lindsay Lohan photographed without Samantha Ronson surgically attached to her hip. Now it has to be Your Daily SamLo, because these two are never freakin’ apart. I mean, I know they’re all super-duper in love and stuff, but don’t they ever want a break from each other?

Anyway. Here’s the gruesome twosome wandering the streets of New York. My favorite part of this photo is the kid with the microphone for some tiny local show, chasing after them. I wonder what he planned to ask them. If it were me, I’d be all like, “So, I mean, do you guys do oral or is it more about the fingers?” That’s what I always want to ask lesbians. Not in a rude way; I’m genuinely curious. I’m one of those chicks that can only get off with an actual penis inside me, so I just wonder how it works with lesbians. It’s probably a good thing I’m not a lesbian. I’d probably hate the sex.

Okay, that’s a dumb title, and that’s not even how you spell “accelerate,” but it’s nearly 4 am and I can’t sleep. I’ve made this new and exciting decision to stop taking my anti-anxiety meds, because they make me sleep like 14 hours a day, and the end result is that, while my body adjusts, I don’t sleep at all. Plus: I’m anxious! It’s totally awesome. I sit on my bed, surrounded by all my slumbering animals, and I stare at them with jealousy. And then I decide which one I’m going to wake up to play with me. The Chosen One is never too happy about it (it’s usually Leo). But I just got fed up with spending more time asleep than my damn cats, so we’ll see how this little experiment goes.

Anyway, Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson went all Everyman this weekend, taking the Acela from Penn Station to a gig Samantha had in Boston.

“They looked like they were having fun in Penn Station,” said our spy. “They went almost totally unno ticed and got on first class.” Thursday night, the duo ate a quiet dinner together and then hit Shrine at the MGM Grand at Foxwoods. “Lindsay, who was wearing the same shirt that Sam wore the day before, sat in a chair in the deejay booth right next to her and watched her spin. They were very affectionate to one another.”

Ah, this brings back memories. When I lived in New York, I’d only really lived in Arizona and California previously, where all major cities are approximately 1000 miles apart. I was so excited that on the East Coast you can just hop on a train and be in a new city in a couple of hours, so I did that almost every weekend. I spent a lot of time in Penn Station and on Acelas. They’re awesome.

Oh, and Samantha also did something really cute this weekend. She responded to a Page Six report that she refused to play Ali Lohan’s new single because she hated it. She wrote this on her MySpace:

i wouldn’t be responding to this one- but i’m afraid that people might actually believe that and that’s not fair to Ali. She’s 14 years old- high school is bad enough- do tabloids really need to torture teenagers as well?

well then- with that out of the way- I hope you are all well and check out the single on itunes- it’s a great f***ing pop song!

Aw, I just love the Lindsay/Samantha pairing. I can’t wait for the wedding, the reality TV show, and the messy divorce.

The kids at Gawker have a source that spotted Lindsay and SamRo having a little spat at the Waverly Inn last night. Says the source:

We really did not pay much attention to them once we were seated, except at the end of their meal when Lindsay stood up and stepped/stumbled on [my friend's] foot. Without looking back or apologizing she headed straight out the door. We guess her exit was spontaneous as Samantha was behind her sputtering: ‘Are you leaving?’ ‘Lindsay are you leaving?’ ‘I guess she’s leaving.’ ‘She just left!’

Lindsay Lohan? Storming out of a restaurant in a huff?

We haven’t seen this behavior out of her in months!

Hopefully it’s just a passing thing.

After she wrapped a hard day of filming on the set of Ugly Betty in NYC, Lindsay met up with her ever-present girlfriend, Samantha Ronson, and hit up the Waverly Inn for an evening of, well, staying sober, I guess.

Samantha also visited her on the set today while she was filming.

Dude, gay or straight, don’t you think these two would be sick of each other by now? They are constantly together.

Our Lindsay just wrapped filming on Labor Pains without a single report of her being late for her call time, disrupting filming, showing up high or drunk, hospitalization for “exhaustion” or any of the other things we’ve come to associate with Lindsay Lohan being on a film set.

To celebrate, Lindsay and girlfriend Samantha Ronson hit up a bunch of parties in the Hamptons, where, once again, we have NO REPORTS of Lindsay making frequent bathroom trips, throwing drinks at people, insisting other young women be kicked out of parties, driving drunk, or screaming at the waitstaff. Unbelievable.

Lindsay’s back on the East Coast to start filming another guest spot on Ugly Betty, where she’ll be reprising her role as Betty’s high-school nemesis.

Keep it up, Lindsay!!!