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Showing posts with label Lindsay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lindsay. Show all posts

Thursday, September 28, 2006

They should have wrestled for it.



"I'm gonna pick...Nazri."


"Ha.

I'm gonna kill you in your sleep, y'know."



"WHAT?! Ohmigod, are you kidding me? Look at me! Did you see how I worked the shit out of every frikkin art camp project I had to wear? That paper dress? I was FIERCE! You people are big STUPIDHEADS and when I'm on the cover of Vogue - because who the hell wants to be in Elle anyway - you know what it'll say? I'll tell you what it'll say! It'll say "AMANDA FIELDS IS FIERCE! SUCK IT, BITCHES!!!!!!"


"I'm sorry, Lindsay!"


"Fuck off, Swiss Miss. Yeah, that's right. You better be looking both ways when you come outta that tent at Bryant Park, Bitch."


"Heh.

Suck it, Bitches."

Saturday, July 22, 2006

Vincent's poor model Lindsay




I mean, really. What was he thinking?
Did he staple gummy bears to that thing?


The look on her face totally says "humor the crazy."
She looks like she got the strap next to the guy
on the subway with no teeth and a homemade tinfoil cap.
We think she must have had psychiatric training.
I mean, how else would you put up with that?


"What the fuck! I couldn't get one of the fags?"


She's about ready to blow any second.


"What the fuck is that on her head?"


"Can we see it without the freaking basket? Do you mind?"


"No I do--"zip!

Bitch couldn't get that thing off fast enough.
We're surprised she didn't throw it over her shoulder.


[Screencaps: Project RunGay]