Angelyne, a Tinseltown fixture as integral to my beloved Los Angeles as the Hollywood sign or the Walk of Fame itself, is pictured here in all of her pink and cheetah-print glory during an otherwise hum-drum visit to Rexall's drugstore. For those of you who may or may not know, it's something of a rite of passage for a Hollywood local to spot Angelyne, zipping around in her pink Corvette and I have to admit that I've been blessed with more than a handful of sightings. And as of this past weekend, I have experienced my first undercover brunch at Scientology's infamous "Celebrity Center," and with a visit to the Playboy mansion under my belt, feel like I am officially a fringe member of "the Biz."
(Flynet)
Ruby Jackson says:
Ugh. She's about 70 years old now!
mkithrt says:
bitch is fierce.
breakfastbeer says:
What is this thing? Gross.
Jesse D says:
Oh look, XTina's grown her hair out a bit
Brunette says:
*blinks* some rite of passage....what's next, hazing at the china theater?
SmartyPants says:
Why does anyone even care about a dumb, bleach blonde bimbo in love with the color pink? We are already tortured by the presence of Paris Hilton. How many more do we need?
Unknown says:
Attention whore
Frances Fools Cops-a-lot says:
Say what you wish about her, but Angelyne is truly one of the great institutions of Hollywood, and most likely the only one NOT covered in urine and/or that hasn't served as a bed to at least one homeless walker (though one always has her doubts...)
Jer says:
Angelyne is sooo Bootyful. All you haters are just jealous of her.