This week on Living Lohan, Mike kills the dogs, Nina becomes a Stepford Wife with no opinions of her own, and Nanahan tells Dina to kiss her grits.
Don't bite the Nanahan that feeds you, biatch!
As you may remember, last week we learned that Mike, big brother Lohan, is as self absorbed as the rest of the family. He was all offended that his girlfriend would want to spend one night with her own family before she went back to school. Why so dramatic? Because the Lohans are famous, which means they need to really bond with Nina to know if they can trust her. I know what you're thinking. I feel like a total retard just having to write that paragraph.
We start today's episode with Slohan trying to figure out why Mike's girlfriend Nina left in such a huff last week, because Slo could only hear the ocean with her head pressed up against the door during the fight. When Mike tells her, she gives him the same look I'm giving the TV.
You think you got problems? I have to go to rehearsal at the all black theater later.
Mike hasn't heard anything from Nina since she left. He doesn't for one second that it might be because he's a giant asswipe. Instead, he guesses that she must be "workin' things out" in her mind. I doubt that. If she was the type to think hard, she wouldn't be with such a twerp in the first place. Slo whines about not wanting to see her favorite couple in pain, and I press the FF button.
Dina McVana Lohan wants to care about her son's sex life with Nonhan, but she has bigger fish to fry. She has to pack everyone up for Vegas in only 24 hours! That's some real stress. Putting clothes in a bag. Rough. Closeup of the plastic Mother of the Year plaque from the top of the grocery store cake at the honoree's ball. I wonder where Assistant Alexis is during all this. Shouldn't packing be her job? McVana is determined to prove to us that she is packing for herself that she makes sure the camera guys get shots of her coming out of the attic. She brings down some lockets of Lindsay's hair for luck. Packing done.
Phil Maloof calls to get Ali excited for her recording trip. They will be staying at the Maloof's Palms hotel and recording in the Maloof's studio while appearing on Living Lohan, the Maloof produced show. The Maloof brothers have a lot riding on Slohan, and it's gonna be good times watching her fuck it all up. Yay Vegas!!
Dina wants Nanahan to tag along (so do I! PLEEAAASE!), but the old lady won't budge. She has a feeling she will be stuck listening to Ali screech all day and picking up her new puppy's poopie instead dropping Lindsay's hard earned nickels in the 5 cent Blondie slots like she wants to. The woman is wise.
The camera man must only approach Nanahan when he is told. Otherwise, it's behind the door or nothing. You go, Nanahan!
I think some time must have passed before the last episode and this one, because Dina is wearing sunglasses inside the restaurant she has brought Nanahan to. Normally I would call this rude, but after a closeup in the testimonial booth, I see that McVana is actually doing us all a favor. She's had a trip to the doctor and her face is scarier than usual. Her lips won't even close all the way.
Yikes. Heal up and try again. The slice of burnt bacon I ate this morning had a better doctor.
Dina hounds her mother about the trip. Why won't she go? Why does she have to be so difficult? There has to be some deep seeded reason here. As she avoids looking Dina in the face (so as not to have a heart attack) Nana insists that she has to take care of her house and the forty year old son who lives in it with her. Poor Nanahan. Kick that fat bastard out of the house. Forty? GET A JOB, DUDE! Guess Dina got all the business acumen in that family; that or the forty year old doesn't have kids of his own to pimp out. Poor guy. Dina thinks the reason for the no to Vegas might be Nana's fear of flying, so she offers to drive them all in a Winnebago. LOL. Yes, please.
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Comments (6)
Flipit, thank God you watch this show so I don't have to. Strangely, even though I have never seen an episode, I STILL look forward to your recaps.
"Cody Foster"...you kill me!
1 of 6 | Posted by KikiC | Posted on June 24, 2008 8:32 AM
Wow, flipit... I don't have to EVER watch this (thanks to you) to appreciate what a FINE, UNSELFISH act it is for you to watch it for us.
By golly, if there is a Gay actor in Hollywood, you will have your own statue and a parade in your honor some day.
2 of 6 | Posted by fire@will | Posted on June 24, 2008 9:11 AM
I say we go and rescue little Cody Foster, replace him with a sock puppet and see how long it takes Old Wax Face to figure out he's gone.
3 of 6 | Posted by Cherie | Posted on June 24, 2008 8:47 PM
Here-Here, Flippy!!! You're efforts are not in vain, you're like an IV of morphine hanging from our veins, flowing sweet trashtasticness into us with no effort on our parts!!!! I know God will answer all your "Dear God" requests now!!! HEART!!!
4 of 6 | Posted by juddfan | Posted on June 25, 2008 11:46 AM
oh you guys! i love yas. kikic i haven't seen you in ages so HOLLA and cherie, don't kidnap the kid or he will never become an oscar award winning actress! trashtasticness? love it. and fire, there are no gay actors in hollywood. ask tom cruise. LOVE
5 of 6 | Posted by flipit | Posted on June 25, 2008 11:51 AM
Oh, sweet Cody Foster and Nanahan!
I do wish Cody would take your advice, Flipit, and RUN!!!! RUN!!!! RUN!!!!!! Hell, go live with Nanahan and save yourself thousands of hours & dollars in therapy, kiddo!!
Why am I surprised at how horrible these people are -- Mike is a giant piece of crap and Dina is just disgusting - DISGUSTING!!!
6 of 6 | Posted by smolls | Posted on June 25, 2008 3:00 PM