This week on Living Lohan, McVana works very very hard and Jeremy gets another hundred thousand hits on his MySpace page.
Nanahan wants to be your friend!
I’m home alone. Call me, tiger! xo NH
This week on Living Lohan, I MISS NANAHAN!
I worry for you, Nanahan! Stop slutting around and get your raisin to Vegas!
This week on Living Lohan, cute dog tricks and sage advice from Nanahan:
Your daughter just raped you.
I was going to write you all a long letter thanking you for your reads and apologizing for not being able to stomach Living Lohan any longer. Then I saw that I made the opening clip!!! There I am chasing Slohan down the street spraying shaving cream in her hair and screaming “STOP TRYING TO BE LIKE LINDSAY! ARE YOU GONNA GO TO REHAB NOW?!?” Wait, I don’t remember her wearing a plastic fire helmet that day, nor do I remember that gang of kids. Darn. Different day. And now I’m hooked.
Got me again, Nanahan!
This week on Living Lohan, Slohan dies, goes to Heaven, and is sent back until she can start being, as God put it “less of a fucking hack.” Darn.
Looks like you might make it to Heaven first after all, Nanahan.
Just when you thought TV went to sleep until Fall, a smart, sassy tough talking role model for the common woman everywhere comes along to save the day. Yes, I’m talking about Kyra Sedgewick in The Closer. But Living Lohan is on too. Welcome!
Dang, Ali. You’re aging really quickly.
