
What happens when you have a stage mother pushing you into the glorious cesspool that is Hollywood? Your mental health be damned? You get voicemails of Lindsay Lohan with one foot over the cliff, ready to go off the deep end, as she unloads her life’s problems to Daddy Lohan. And thank goodness, we get a front row seat.
Daddy Lohan released some audio tape of his cash cow bawling and crying over Samantha Ronson and Momma Lohan. I can smell her nicotine-drenched breath as she weeps choice nuggets like:
“No one cares about me. They don’t, by the way. It’s about how they feel, not how I feel. It’s not about me. It’s never been about me, unless I fight for it.”
and
“Mommy says that I’m worse than you were. And she’s defending…She doesn’t back me…she doesn’t stand by me.”
and
“Can you sprinkle some meth on those McNuggets?”
Just count the number of times the word ‘me’ comes out of her herpes mouth. You self-absorbed princess. Must you have the world’s attention 24/7? Here’s a thought. Get a job, wake up when you’re supposed to and stop creating such drama in your life. Seriously, is it that hard?
Let’s all remember the Lohan credo though: “Everyone’s a star and deserves the right to twinkle“. Once someone gets that tattooed on their arm, there’s not much more you need to know.
















