Being a multi-millionaire with Olsen money means that Amanda Bynes doesn’t have to work a real job and can spend every Adderall-induced waking moment giving her followers nightmares by tweeting videos like the one above and pictures like the ones below. That video must’ve been directed by Eli Roth, because that is what you would find if you walked into one of the bathrooms at a murder hostel. If the Silent Hill mannequins had heads, wore a blond weave and were obsessed with taking selfies, that’s what they would look like. But what’s really terrifying and disturbing is that I found myself twerking my shoulders to that German sex club circa 1993 music.
And here’s some selfies Amanda Bynes took at the gym. You know, I hope Hatchet Face keeps doing Amanda’s makeup, because her chola Groucho Marx brows are actually growing on me.
I’ve said this a million times before, but I never know what to think of this. Sometimes I think this is all just an elaborate performance art piece and she’s secretly auditioning for a role as Jerri Blank’s long-lost daughter in the next Strangers with Candy movie (give her the role!). Other times I think she’s Britney-ing it all the way. These gym pics confuse me even more, because I don’t know if wearing full makeup and fake eyelashes to the gym is an act of insanity or an act of sanity since one should always keep it glamorous.