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February 02, 2006
Most Accident-Prone Millionaire...
I really hate movie stars, this site has a Movie Star Pig Fucker category after all. Unless a star hits that category, I could care less about them. They're communists, stupid, self-righteous, and uninteresting parrots with nothing new to say about anything.
But I couldn't help myself here. Lindsay Lohan, one of the ugliest It-Girls ever, has been in another accident. In fact, she's been in a lot of accidents. This time, she "slipped" down the stairs of fellow nobody Bryan Adams (anyone remember who that is?!) and sliced herself with a teacup, of all things. I say slice, cnn.com says "cut." If you have to go to a hospital for treatment rather than peel open a bandaid, you're sliced. She's also been in two car accidents where she's the driver. I realize she may be passing drug/alcohol tests at the time, but every good drunkard knows that mental impairment can last long after the BAC dwindles, depending on the bender. I shall wait for the "rehab" headlines as undoubtedly, she's headed there. She's got bucks to buy all the substances she could possible swallow, and so she's got three options: Get some treatment, join Michael Jackson in the Bahrain insane assylum, or join Chris Farley et al six feet under.
Posted by Michela at February 2, 2006 06:00 PM
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Unfortunately we live in a world where people know more about their pop icons than they do about world issues. Ask someone to name the most important woman in this country and don't be surprised when they say Oprah. If you can entertain me, you must be important.
Posted by: Bill at February 2, 2006 10:21 AM
I'll never forget eating at a restaurant on Sunset Blvd with these people just postively rapt by this baffoon going on and on "Dustin" this and "Dustin" that, clearly speaking of Dustin Hoffman. Six people in a 1/2 moon booth, just hanging on every word this guy had to say about scripts, and what so n so thought of the script, and more "Dustin" this and "Dustin" that. It really solidified my disgust of actor-worship. Scott can vouch for the disgusting display of gag-me-with-a-pitchfork.
Posted by: Michela at February 2, 2006 03:10 PM
Who could forget that scenario, replete with a casting couch wanna-be ingenue that had a V-neck top that was open to her navel (and the body of a 12-year old boy because she was so fashionably slender). It was clear that they had arrived, and they were loudly broadcasting the news to any and all who were unfortunate enough to be sitting nearby. When Miss Anorexia, who was sitting about 6 inches behind me, announced she was celibate, I felt like screaming ”like you have a choice!” Then again, Lindsay probably gets laid.
Posted by: sco at February 3, 2006 01:12 AM
How could I forget anorexic chick who loudly announced to the whole restaurant her fine fellatio skills. And the, uh, 'top' she was wearing was less a top than a g string. That was a night to remember. LA starfuckers are always just a huge source of amusement.
PS, Scott, don't forget the attitudinal french (and maybe gay) waiter blowing his top over the drunken and very demanding old hags on the patio! Was that a night or what!
Posted by: Michela at February 3, 2006 01:25 PM
If that waiter wasn’t gay he should’ve been. Who’da thunk we would be so lucky as to attend two shows the same evening? Dustin could have based his script on the restaurant that night, ala a farcical “My Dinner With Andre”. It was indeed a most entertaining and memorable evening, as are all evenings in the company of Mistress M...:)
Posted by: sco at February 3, 2006 07:12 PM