Sunday, September 30, 2018

LINDSAY LOHAN WANTS YOUR CHILDREN!

In a Twilight-Zonish video that she recorded with her cell-phone, Lindsay Lohan attempted to kidnap children in Russia and got pushed or punched by their mother. Why she allowed the clip onto the internet is unclear.
But she's an important person, so obviously it must be done.
What's clear is that Russia is not good for her mind.
The drugs are bad, the vodka is toxic.
Her mind is fragile.

One of the people I see regularly finally got rid of his cell-phone, because they were tracking him with it. Tin Foil Hat Stevie knows too much about the Russians and the Clinton Foundation planning evil in Marin, and does not wish to end up killed, like Robin Williams. By the Russians and Clintons.
He is too important.

Several people in the lounge probably sympathize. With the television on full blast showing a college game yesterday, they were intently looking at their cell-phones, in silent and worshipful contemplation.
Possibly tracking Tin Foil Hat Stevie.
As well as Lindsay Lohan.



I myself do not have a cell-phone. Consequently Lindsay Lohan is rather uninteresting to me, except when she's tweaked out of her mind in Russia in the middle of the night, having drunk to much and drugged herself. And I do not track Tin Foil Hat Stevie. He shows up sometimes, and infests the parking lot, gibbering or twitching.
Cell-phones bring trouble.
Crazy people.


None of them are important.





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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

What I like best about the video of Ms. Lohan is how she slips into some sort of pidgin Arab language which makes her sound exactly like Hunter S. Thompson muttering gibberish in some hostile land.
Truly captivating.

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