Lindsay Lohan Versus Sean Combs



Everybody was Kung Fu fighting. (image via bbc)

We've always thought that reports of P Diddy's alleged street cred have been exaggerated. We remember, for instance, when he ran into the mean streets of Ibiza -- like a bitch, we cannot fail to note -- for fear of a raid that never was. (Averted Gaze) Apparently, the man -- and we apply that noun lightly here -- needs a thug bodyguard with "the rib busting ox-strength" to take care of the saucy Lindsay Lohan. (Exaggerated cough suggesting feigned detachment) At a Prince concert. Shouldn't the vibe be one of funky mauve lovingkindness at a Prince ceoncert? According to those intrepid Page Sixxies:

"At a private concert by Prince at Butter last Friday, when Lohan got up to argue with Paris Hilton over Stavros Niarchos, Puffy and his posse squeezed into her table. 'There were only like six tables,' a witness says. 'Everyone was sharing, but Lindsay refused and began mixing it up with Puffy. His bodyguards came over and picked Lindsay up to get her out.'"

We can almost hear the rapid intake of oxygen followed by the broken sqeak ("this is what it sounds like ... whn doves cry") as her feet levitate off the club floor:

"A member of Diddy's camp confirmed, 'Lindsay was being so loud and obnoxious. His security became concerned and came over to escort her away.'"

Pity. A Lindsay Lohan bitchslap might have been therapeutic for Diddy. Smoothed him out a bit.