Dear God, it’s us, humanity, and we’re finally ready for that apocalypse we’ve been promised.
The Rosemary’s Baby theme loudly played in a doctor’s office recently when an ultrasound scan picked up the terrifying image of an orange fetus in a mesh shirt. The ultrasound tech dropped the probe, ran to the nearest church and dipped their eyeballs in holy water to erase a picture that was more horrific than four horsemen farting out swarms of locusts while reading a newspaper with the headline: LINDSAY LOHAN WINS OSCAR (aka the true sign of the end, to be honest).
TMZ says that noted vagina-kicker Michael Lohan is procreating with Kate Major! In possibly related news, the unemployment rate just dropped 1%, because CPS has hired thousands of new agents to work in a new office right next to Kate Major’s apartment.
Somehow between jumping into trees to escape the police and drunkenly beating on Kate, Michael Lohan found the time to fertilize her lady parts with the evil seed of Lohan. TMZ’s sources say that Kate is in her first trimester and the act of her getting bareback dicked by Michael Lohan was illegal in more ways than one, because she had a restraining order out against him at the time of conception. The restraining order was lifted a few weeks ago, but I have a feeling that both Michael and Kate will get hit with another restraining order filed by their unborn fetus on behalf of EVERYONE.
Why? Why? Why did this happen? Why did our government do us wrong by not secretly spiking Michael Lohan’s Axe dick lube with spermicide? Those two piece of trash fame whores might as well name their kid Poor Child, because that’s what everyone’s going to call it. And Lindsay Lohan better pick up a few more shifts at the escort agency, because she’s got a new pair of nostrils to feed.