Lindsay Lohan Hit By Motorcycle, Hospitalized
Lindsay Lohan was hospitalized early Sunday morning after a motorcyclist hit her following a night of clubbing at a NYC club on 32nd Street, reports NY Post.
“She’s not hurt. That’s all I really care about,” her father, Michael Lohan, said of his oldest daughter.
Linds was admitted to Beth Israel Medical Center, treated and released at 4 a.m. today.
No word on whether an accident report was filed or not.
Get well soon, Lindsay!
UPDATE: Lindsay’s publicist Leslie Sloane denies these reports. “I spoke to Lindsay,” Sloane tells E! News, “and she said nothing happened.”








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aww, i feel bad for her.
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i feel bad for her she is soo pretty and talentd i hope it doesnt go to waste
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To #21
Just as me, you know why Michael Lohan didn’t make a statement about the DNA test. If they were negative, he would yell it loud and try to make money out of this case. But, it seems that it’s positive. So… he’s the one in fault!
That really sucks..
31st!!! That is a terrible picture of her. I know it has nothing to do with the story, but she really is looking bad. Look at her skin, and her hair is getting way to light. Out at 4:00am? I thought she told US Weekly that she was back ” on track with her schedule”, and ” living healthy “. I don’t think nightclubing at that time of the evening is healthy living.
Micheal lohan really needs to shut to hell up and stop talking to the media
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poor thing
Poor Lindsay, she’ll just run into the arms of her he/she thing of a partner. Whatever Sam is. They look totally disgusting. White trash.
She’s so used up that’s why she can’t get a man now. The only time she seemed normal was when she was with Wilmer Valderrama.
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Have a great Sunday!
How terrible… it’s obvious from that picture that the motorcycle hit her square in the face… I don’t think they’ll ever be able to fix the damage…
Luckily she still has her crotch, so her career is in no danger.
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She’ll make it. She has a lot going for her. She was great in Prairie Home Companion– very unique style and a strong actor.
She’s looking more like her mother by the day…
shame… not died? :(
I just wish, with all these accidents that she’s been involved in that at least one of them would actually kill her. That would be so fuking hilarous and wonderful all at the same time. She’s such a skeez.
i don’t really know if she did get hit by the motorcycle but i dought it because her publicist said that it didn’t happen and who would believe her dad????? he’s a douche and there were pictures of her and samantha shopping in new york today and she looks fine not even a scratch or a bandage
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Stop it right now!!!! It’s not like she got hit on purpose!!!! Even if she was drunk, which i doubt, the dude shulda still been able to see her!!! so its not her faultand stop picking on her you stupid *** haters!!!! What the **** is wrong with you people!!!! So bored with yourselves that you pick on someone you’ve prolly never even met!!!! C’mon people, honestly are you that much of a desperate lowlife that you must constsantly pick on others??!!??
Whats wrong with you stupid haters?? it wasn’t her fault! even if she was drunk,which i doubt, the dude still shulda seen her so either way you look at it, it’s still not her fault!! drunk or not drunk so stp picking on the poor girl!!
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