Normally we would think the prospect of falling into hundreds of needles would be something exciting for Lindsay Lohan. Yet again she has failed to demonstrate her ability to function without the aid of a 40 pounder of Vodka and Pablo Escobar’s private collection. What’s the point of quitting drinking, snorting and Sam Ronson if you’re still a hazard?
We’re not questioning her sobriety, but perhaps, her competency. That, or she would rather walk through a cactus than have her picture taken. Or perhaps she was harvesting it in an attempt to make her own peyote? No, she must have been missing the feeling of her ex-girlfriend’s prickly legs. Either way, not even a plant that can live in solitude for months without a drip of water wanted any interaction with Lindsay.