From the lawn of her summer rental, Lindsay Lohan exults in being back in the Hamptons (Photo: Disney)

Now that Lindsay Lohan has completed shooting A Prairie Home Companion and slid Robert Altman's gnarled hand out of her panties, it looks like she is coming back to New York for the summer.

And hoo-fucking-ray for that, says Page Six:

A spy tells us the teen temptress has rented a house in Sagaponack for the rest of the summer. With the way Lohan likes to party, we're looking forward to her escapades at places like Cain and the Star Room. When she's not out "relieving tension," Lohan will be supporting mother Dina in her divorce trial from Lohan's troubled dad, Michael.

The Reeler has tried to remain neutral with regard to the Lohan split, mostly because the divorce means nothing to anybody but a half-dozen celebrity-sphincter-licking news outlets around Manhattan. But Lindsay's return to New York promises all kinds of awe-inspiring new skankery that threatens to overwhelm the media machine and possibly claim the innocent lives of numerous clubgoers between here and the Hamptons (at least, we can only hope).

"Worse" yet, thanks to this nasty separation, Disney had to premiere Herbie: Fully Loaded in London last week without Lohan in attendance. She said she had to stay behind and root on her mother (on whom Lohan has about $1 million riding), further endearing herself to a European audience that had already just about had it with her skinny ass.

And goddamnit all! She had worked so hard to get this one right for the world to see:

I had known of Herbie but I hadn’t seen the movie. And I didn’t want to watch it before I started ’cause I didn’t want to have the pressure like I’d put on myself when I did Freaky Friday of living up to the expectations that people might have of the original. And so I watched it in the middle of the movie.

For her part, Lohan added that she is an "easy target" for the tabloids. But the woman is just as likely to get run over by Herbie in a music video as she is to get chased by a photographer in L.A., so maybe it is better that she is confined to a summer rental on Long Island. With bottle service, of course. And wheelchair access for Robert Altman.