Lindsay Lohan...arrest warrant issued! Heh, turn yourself in, baby...

Crime of lewd bod in a public place, perchance?

Ooops!

Looks like sexy siren Lindsay Lohan is not out of the woods yet (or at least the Beverly Hills) in respect to past D.U.I. woes and subsequent wranglings with the tony enclave's finest!

In fact, Beverly Hills Police issued an arrest warrant Friday, arising from her 2007 conviction for driving while under the influence.

Although a spokesperson for the Department declined to state the reason for the issuance of the warrant, I expect Lindsay failed to follow through on a pesky legal obligation to the court.

Who knows at this juncture!

Lindsay, you'd better get your butt down to the local pokie.

It's no walk-in-the-park to be dragged out of your high-end auto, and gruffly man-handled by some butch dyke as you're hand-cuffed in public (come to think of it, Lindsay, 'ya might like it, eh?), and subjected to extreme humiliation before gawking lookie-loo's in the mean streets of Los Angeles.

"It is our hope that Ms. Lohan will surrender herself so that this matter can be resolved in a timely manner," Lieutenant Mark Rosen said in a prepared statement.

In 2007, Lohan wiled away about an hour-and-fourteen minutes behind bars on a drunk-driving and cocaine-possession conviction, before she was sprung free on bail to face the charges.

Poor Lindsay, she's no stranger to drama!

During a dizzying car chase in the seaside town of Santa Monica, the popular actress lost control of her vehicle, then wrecked the high-end auto in ritzy Beverly Hills amid a glare of publicity.

Right about now, Lindsay's gal pal must be belting out a gusty tune.

"My baby does the hanky-panky!"

Oh, yeah!

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Sarah Palin...the Devil according to a Gelson shopper. Tom - um - Todd inconsequential!

Butch cohorts ready to tattle on Sarah's locker room indiscretions...

Last night as I headed to the cash register at Gelson's, a middle-aged blond woman was in a tirade at the check-out stand.

"She's the Devil," she rasped to a thin fey man next to her in line.

I stopped and asked her dead-pan,

"Are you kibitzing about Sarah Palin?"

"Yes," she shouted gleefully in response.

"See, you didn't even have to reveal her name and I knew who you were talking about."

All the shoppers within earshot roared!

Although voters may be gushing over the VP hopeful in some republican quarters around the country- in this neck of the woods - Palin's pretty much a party joke.

Meanwhile, husband Tom is viewed somewhat tepidly.

Yeah, I know hubby's name is actually Todd.

In a post yesterday, I referred to him as Tom to subtly infer just how inconsequential he is, but the joke went over a few people's heads.

Voters just can't seem to remember what's-his-name.

Or, maybe they just can't be bothered making the effort?

However, Mr. Sarah did rankle a few jangled nerves, when it was learned that he often clicked open confidential e-mails meant for the salacious eyes of the Gov only.

Just stick to the Iron Man competition Tom - uh - Todd!

Or, whatever the strength endurance test is called up there in the great white north.

Most importantly, though, keep your hand out of the Government cookie jar.

Only one freeloader per household, got it?

Tipsy Todd toed Trooper's line...