Future in-patient, Louis Vuitton bag lady, and Nicki Minaj impersonator Amanda Bynes recently missed her private jet to LA (of course it was a private jet; do you think the air marshals would let someone that crazy on a commercial flight?). And what does a drug-addled former child star do when she misses her plane? Apparently she goes back to her apartment building and hotboxes in the lobby, then flees up 36 flights and throws her bong out the window. Which gives police all the excuse they need to arrest her. We’re sure she’ll soon be livening up a residential rehab program somewhere with her lingerie spinning classes, her mysterious bathroom hijinks, and her endless parade of selfies.
Beleaguered and possibly unbalanced starlet Amanda Bynes has stopped the hit-and-run madness that terrified SoCal drivers, and has developed an intriguing sideline in hanging out in bathrooms and changing rooms for hours at a time, only to emerge feigning surprise anyone finds it odd. Nothing to see here! Nothing except the fact that the woman is literally walking around New York City with her shirt tucked into her underwear. I’m pretty sure that is probable cause enough to get you Bellevue’d.