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Passing along mass e-mails usually isn't our cup of tea, because a) when it turns out that the story that starts out "My friend's best friend works at Universal and he told him that Steve Guttenberg just drowned in Pauly Shore's hot tub" are always disappointingly inaccurate, and b) everyone sees them a hundred times anyway. But media whore sister site Gawker's posted a doozy, involving Lindsay Lohan, a guy with the convenient name "Jason Lewis," and a series of late-night cellphone communications that's currently making the inbox rounds. It's amusing even if it turns out to be more the product of someone's cubicle ennui than Lohan's desire to party with the Sex and the City guy.

9:30- After a drink and still discussing the fact that Ms. Lohan might be a guest in the hotel, I pick up my cell phone and call the Soho Grand main phone line. I ask to be connected to Lindsay’s room. After a brief hesitation, the operator puts me through. 4 rings, then voicemail.

“Hi Lindsay, its Jason Lewis. I am in the lobby of the SoHo Grand with some people, thought it would be nice to meet up for a drink. Why don’t you head downstairs if you’re free, should be a fun time. If not, give me a call, my cell number is ….” [...]

Suspend your disbelief long enough to read the rest at Gawker.