Pathetic exhibitionist Janice Dickinson, her assistant, make-up artist and stylist were the victims of a hit-and-run on the 405 Freeway in California late Tuesday night, TMZ is reporting. According to authorities, Dickinson, who was wearing a seat-belt (so at least she has that much sense), was thrown forward during the incident and struck her head on the windshield, suffering a concussion. All occupants of the vehicle were taken to Cedars-Sinai Medical Center, but were given the all-clear by doctors and released, including Dickinson who is reported to be fine. The identity of the hit-and-run driver is not known.
I don't need to bother making a joke about Dickinson cracking a windshield with her skull and barely feeling it, do I? Or some other lame gag about how the driver of the other vehicle must've been overcome by the crotch-fumes issuing from Dickinson's car and momentarily lost consciousness? Or concoct some rant about how Janice Dickinson is a drug-addled has-been who spreads her legs at the drop of a hat? No. I didn't think so.
