Here is a little Lindsay Lohan intermission to remind all of you motherfuckers that even the most battered, beat-up, broken down, corpse of a person who was once a real celebrity but who is now a shell of what they were, resorting to Instagram to make a couple of dollars to fund their lavish lifestyle they can’t afford to fund, thanks to being an idiot and self destructing instead of maximizing that shit, investing in fucking internet things when she had the money, becoming a billionaire crackhead, instead the crackhead hooker to billionaires…
All this to say, with the right filter, she’s alright at the in bed, possibly naked, making you want to climb behind her in the “Ray Jay / Kim K” monkey mount….but maybe I’m just reading into it too much because I think Lohan, crackhead, half dead zombie, broken down girl, is magical…partially that she’s still alive, and because she represents Hollywood’s glory days, and by glory days I mean when Hollywood started turning from independent actor based movies, to commercial shit designed to fill seats…
I’d do her…