I swear I didn’t make this up just to have something to post about
Last night I had a dream that while at some chic down-town loft Lindsay Lohan burst in with a baggie full of weed.
“Fleshie!” She said coyly “I KNOW you want some!”
I replied that of course I did, because of course I do, always. I don’t remember whether we toked-or-not, but if dream-me is anything like real-me then we probably did several times. This is my solution to LLo’s coke-orexia: Pot. No one can be anorexic on the ganj, trust me I’ve tried. We just need to set up a little Out-Clinic section of my apartment where Lohan, Mary-Kate, Nicole Richie and all the other anorexic pixies we love can get their toke-on and eventually their munchies-on.
See, pot does cure everything.
posted by Rob Danger at 2:02 PM
6 Comments:
trickster !!
x
Ha!
Seriously, they need to call you.
Pot does cure all, it is soooo true. I should know.
nevermind the pot... those cheekbones are ghastly!
Her cheekbones definately look like they might cut glass! Just one more perk of coke-orexia I guess.
Oh my god imagine the disaster if Lindsay got the munchies! She would have to starve herself for a month after one pig-out - not good at all for her clavicles
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