I am not sleeping with her. Although in the spirit of full disclosure, I was having a maintenance-fap at a local dive bar and she was unconscious under the urinal I was using, so some of it might have hit her hair.
Well, IRL I** AM** Lindsay Lohan and ALL of you guys made my “best-boner’s” list.
Not anymore.
I want to make it clear right here, right now, once and for all that I am not sleeping with James Dean.
I’ll let you know after this weekend.
Your proctologist thanks you.
I’m not sleeping with James Deen either.
OK, maybe I slept with Jimmy Dean once, but it was just for the sausage.
Necrophiliacs Anonymous must be working out for you.
Bolding mine.
Meh. If she’s talking about this guy, she probably heard of him in connection with Ms. Lohan. Now whether she should be following Lohan’s career, that’s a whole other discussion.
So now your daughter is wondering why people are talking about the fact that some guy who died in 1955 isn’t sleeping with Lindsay Lohan?
Why? I should think it would make his job easier!
Rumors are afoot that I am not sleeping with Lindsay. I deny those rumors categorically.
Well, I guess, but then you have to carry around Play-Doh scissors to cut your poops.
Apparently. Unfortunately she probably Googled the other name last night.
After reading all this I’m going to stop sleeping with her.
I am not sleeping with Lobohan.
Oh, she totally wanted me.
But I was afraid of what might happen to my penis.
Just the thought of sleeping with Lindsay Lohan just gave me a soft on…
This just makes me realize how sad and pathetic my life is. Not only am I not sleeping with Lindsay Lohan, I am also not sleeping with a huge list of tabloid celebrities, Victoria’s secret models, hotties in commercials or for that matter, local real estate agents.
Nor am I sleeping with James Deen. Or Paula Deen, although I have tried some of her recipes.
Is that what the kids call it nowadays?