I know this is my second post on Natasha Richardson, but I was at Mont Tremblant on Sunday hustlin with some dude pimpin St Patrick’s day, who’s dog had a hat, so I feel like it hits close to home.

Sure I don’t have any inside information other than when I was there the hills were sheer fucking ice all over the place and that if you hit your head hard enough on it, shit can hemorrhage and make you brain dead an hour after the incident, I guess. My contact with some pot dealer who hooked my up that works at the ski school there isn’t answering my texts, so I’ll just go with the NY Post story.

They say she is brain dead and heading home to NYC for her Family to say goodbye to her before being taken off life support and as Neeson’s producers on the movie he’s filming cringe at the thought of all the money they are about to lose since his life is shattered, the rest of the world is feeling his pain. What a shitty thing to have happen.

This post is to say that my home has killed one of yours Hollywood, and I feel responsible for it, if I had my say it would have been one of the useless sluts who pollutes the world and not a low key actress with kids.

It is also to say that I have hit my head, I have been hit in the head, I have had car accidents where I hit my head, I have passed the fuck out from hitting my head, fuckin’ weird fluid has poured out of my nose from hitting my head, and I never became brain dead an hour after the incident, but I am going to start wearing a helmet everywhere i go.

Here’s a picture of the dog with a hat on from Sunday. I know. I couldn’t believe it either. I wish I had a camera with me at all times. You wouldn’t believe the other shit I see.

Bonus my friend just sent me a video of some asshole skiing, who probably deserved to be the one brought off the hill on a stretcher, but obviously already being brain dead or at least brain dead enought to manage lookin’ this stupid and not caring….

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