I’d hit that if she came begging for it. I’m not saying I’d marry the shit out of that or anything, but I wouldn’t turn it away. Just close your eyes and remember when she used to be pretty and normal before the dark times.
They probably just released her before her inevitable Shawshank-style escape. To save themselves from being embarrassed by her criminal mastermind antics.
I wish I could tell you that Lindsay fought the good fight, and the Brothers let her be. I wish I could tell you that – but prison is no fairy-tale world…
Lindsay crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit-smelling foulness I can’t even imagine. Or
maybe I just don’t want to. Five hundred yards. The length of five football fields. Just shy of half a mile.
I like to think the last thing that went through the warden’s head…other than that bullet…was to wonder how the hell Lindsay ever got the best of him.
I hope I can make it across the border to Zihuatanejo. I hope to see my friend and shake her hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.
After watching Death Sentence, a terrible movie starring Kevin Bacon as a father in search of vigilante justice directed by Saw's James Wan, Gabe embarked on The Hunt For The Worst Movie of All Time. This is his sad journey.
Longest 2 weeks ever!
The Justice System Works!
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“Just close your eyes and remember when she was younger than 18.”
Gross, Steve.
WHAT!? NO! 18 and older only, friend.
She was 18 when she made “Mean Girls”. GAME ON!
I just hope she learned her lesson…
what an earnest (ironic) and pleasant comment. refreshing.
They probably just released her before her inevitable Shawshank-style escape. To save themselves from being embarrassed by her criminal mastermind antics.
I wish I could tell you that Lindsay fought the good fight, and the Brothers let her be. I wish I could tell you that – but prison is no fairy-tale world…
Decisive proof of the power of thong marketing.

Decisive proof that, after a year around here, I’m still unable to post a simple pic.
HA ha!
I’ve never seen you post a pic, Steve Winwood & you are like a million years old.
HA ha you got me there, friend
So, does this mean we can stop talking about it? It seems like we spend a lot of time talking about a former Lady of Interest.
Stop trying to make jail happen
Too late? Too early? Toulouse Latrec?
Congrats Lindsay! You made it through the tough part! Now comes the fun part: meth detox.
Lindsay crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit-smelling foulness I can’t even imagine. Or
maybe I just don’t want to. Five hundred yards. The length of five football fields. Just shy of half a mile.
I like to think the last thing that went through the warden’s head…other than that bullet…was to wonder how the hell Lindsay ever got the best of him.
I hope I can make it across the border to Zihuatanejo. I hope to see my friend and shake her hand. I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams.