Heather Locklear had to be rushed to the hospital, after her sister called emergency services. Apparently Heather isn't able to read the warning label on her prescription bottle(s). Locklear decided that she's another Hollywood special person to which normal rules don't apply, so she mixed alcohol with her prescription meds. Good move, Heather! Sounds like a suicide attempt. Jack Wagner hit it and quit it before any nuptuals, even David Spade was supposedly gettin' in there at one time. Desperation has smell to it. An oily funk that permeates a womans' pores, excreting from the very core of her lonely being and it hangs in the air, like a thought bubble that reads, "I'll let you treat me like shit, do things to my ass, just don't leave me!". When dudes catch a whiff of it, they get their goodbye "licks" in, then hit the door.
Look, with all the hullabaloo around prescription drugs, how they're THE most abused narcotics out there, and in the wake of the trial of Whack-Jacko's personal doctor Conrad Murray, you think people would be more vigilant. This is Hollywood we're talkin' about here, which means that when it comes to common sense, it ain't so common. Attention whores are never more whore-ish than when they're starved for attention. Which means Heather Locklear is a fuckin' attention anorexic. It's sad when a legendary piece of ass like Heather Locklear starts to get old. Their beauty and distinctive looks that make them hot commodities begins to fade and betray them. It's twice the curse when your acting ability is somewhere between Winona Ryder and a ham sandwich. Hope Heather recovers and gets whatever it will take to satisfy her soul.
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