Separated on the way to the Waitrose checkout (well, one of ’em, at least), via Woolworths for an inflatable ring…

Don't call me Al.

Hello.

There we were, idly minding our own of a Friday afternoon, which is more than can be said of a few others (you know who you are. Get. Off) when we happened across a picture of Lindsay Lohan’s dad, Michael. We’re not bothering keeping up with the whole Lohan clan business – except the lezza bit which we find excitement ’cause we love a bit o’ lezza – and we did see a bit of that show with the Lohan mother and sister (eugh. Seriously, eugh. We had to wetwipe apres and everything), so we weren’t actually aware Lindsay had a father, though we did suspect. Anyway, when we saw the picture of the father, we thought, ‘Hold on one cotton-pickin’ momento, he brings to mind not one, but two other famouses…’ Hence that lovely menage a trois famouses up there.

So, in a nutty shell, we think Michael Barrymore (top right) is the spit (he wishes) of Michael Lohan (top left), who in turn looks a bit (possibly clutching at Wagamama chopsticks here) like Al Pacino. Ta-daaaaaaaaaaa!

There endeth today’s lesson.

Fun. 

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2 comments to “Separated on the way to the Waitrose checkout (well, one of ’em, at least), via Woolworths for an inflatable ring…”

  1. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh yes!

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  2. What a productive afternoon. Well done.

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