I think I speak for everyone when I say that it’s time to launch Lindsay Lohan into the sun.
Seriously, just ball her boney ass up in a big ole cannon, load that sucker up with all the gun-powder we can get our mitts on, and fire her into outer space.
I’m sick of hearing about her on the news. I’m sick of reading about her all of the internet. I’m sick of her “comeback” already and it really hasn’t even happened yet.
I’m just flat-out over it.
Her shit is a mess.
I’ve reached the point where I know that the glory days of “Mean Girls” are nothing more than a distant, fleeting memory and she’s never going to be that Lindsay Lohan again.
In the past couple of months, I heard that she was a complete pain in the ass on the set of Glee and was impossible to work with. This is mind-blowing, because she’s only in the episode she filmed for, like, a grand total of three minutes. She has maybe half-a-dozen lines. What the shit?!
I’ve heard all about her flipping out over the casting for her Lifetime movie based on Elizabeth Taylor. Apparently, she was demanding that they find an A-list actor to play opposite her in the movie.
This despite the fact that she gobbled up most of the movie’s budget already, the fact that she’s a pain in the ass to work with, and oh yeah…the fact that it’s a freakin’ Lifetime movie.
George Clooney and Brad Pitt aren’t signing on for that train-wreck; Rob Lowe, maybe, but not an A-lister.
Sorry Lindsay, but you’re not getting that Oscar you think you’re entitled to for anything that happens on Lifetime. Just chillax.
Then there was the whole incident last week where she totaled her Porsche by driving it into a freakin’ dump truck, but claimed she wasn’t driving and tried to bribe the driver of the truck and lied to the cops and had an open container in the back and yadda-yadda-yadda.
How in the blue hell does this lunatic still have a drivers’ license?!
I was in a car accident in high school—another story for another time—that didn’t involve any other cars. It didn’t involve any injuries to anyone but lil ole me. Despite these facts, I lost my license for two years.
I’m pretty sure that Lindsay Lohan is responsible for 63% of the automobile accidents that occur in Los Angeles every year, but she’s still got a license. Seriously, Google “Lindsay Lohan + car crash.” I got more than 37 million results.
Yet she’s still got her license?! That’s some serious bullshit right there.
Make the chick take a taxi or the bus or something.
Finally, the icing on the cake is that she is blowing up the interwebs today because she was reportedly “found unconscious in her hotel room and rushed to the hospital.”
I can’t avoid it—you know, short of doing real work or something—she’s all over the internet right now. Just splashed across the front pages of everything and blowing up my Facebook and Twitter feeds.
…and then it turns out that none of it really happened.
The producers of the aforementioned Lifetime movie called 911 when Lohan didn’t show up for filming this morning and then they were unable to wake her ass up when they went to her penthouse at the Ritz-Carlton.
She claims she is suffering from exhaustion and dehydration—working on a movie for the first time in years must be downright killer—and is a-okay, but resting before she returns to the set.
If my world is going to get overrun with Lindsay Lohan updates because she can’t wake up to an alarm clock and that makes everyone immediately assume she’s dead, things have gone too far. It’s seriously time to get rid of this chick once and for all.
She’s clearly never going to jail. She can’t stay in rehab forever. Despite being in the top five contenders in every “celebrity death pool” around the world, she seemingly refuses to die. She won’t, you know, just disappear and have a normal, quiet life.
Thus, we’ve gotta launch her into the sun.
I think we can all agree, it is the only logical option at this point.