Looks like Daisy high.
“I was getting hit on by some dick named Jason Priestly. Said he ‘loved my look’. What is that supposed to mean, my look?”
Looks like a younger, shit-faced Shannen Doherty.
“Me? No, I’m compleeetely waaaasted. Steve Jobs is taking me home.”
“We started out with a nice salad, followed by a couple bottles of wine. Then creme of Seconal soup, followed by several beers. Then we had Quaaludes on the half-shell, followed by a few hits of hash-hish. By that time I was the only one still conscious, so I chugged a bottle of Courvosier and split. And Jell-O. We had Lime Jell-O. Made me nauseous.”
What she really found disappointing was that only 3 of the first 5 courses at dinner were heroin.
Generic drunk chick you can laid by, you hope.
Zidane is not impressed.
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Daisy Lowe leaving the 'W' Magazine dinner in London. (September 15, 2013) -Photo: Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN