What in the weirdest parts of hell goes on at Demi Moore's house?

So, earlier today I read that this petite pile of bones and silicone and bad acting had checked into rehab or something for "exhaustion." That's obviously a load of bullshit, but whatever.

Tonight, I read on TMZ that Moore was admitted to the hospital after suffering seizure-like symptoms from inhaling nitrous oxide. This chick was doing whip-its. In her home.

I remember seeing a band of 20-year-old boners doing whip-its outside a Dave Matthews concert several years ago. But Moore is almost 50. What.The.Fuck.

This is just weird to me. I would rather the world discover I had an addiction to sticking Sorry! pieces up my ass all day and night.

Who does whip-its?

http://www.tmz.com/2012/01/25/demi-moore-whip-its-nitrous-oxide-seizure/

 

When I get home...sig change time!

 

It started with a Punk'd! prank and it got out of hand.

 

Now I've got that damn Devo song stuck in my head. I wonder if she did them with one of these on:

 

Let me help with that, ygster.

Mongoloid, he was a mongoloid...

 

"It's not too late!
To whip it, whip it good!"

 

I'd rather get caught doing whip-its.

 

Situation: (Note "Blue Enters Here" notation. In this particular variation of the game, blue enters something else entirely)



Sorry! card pulled:



Result: Assgasm. (Or since it's Sorry!, perhaps it's an Assgasm!)

 

I heard Richard Gere was fond of sticking certain Mouse Trap pieces up his ass.

 

Walter Payton needed a striptease.

 

I'm too old to indulge anymore, but nitrous is a lot of fun.

 

Poppers > Whip-Its