Lindsay Lohan is the human equivalent to that mystery flavor Dum Dum lollipop, you just never know what you’re going to get.
Sometimes, she’ll post on Instagram about how she wishes she had a British twin, and sometimes she’ll decide the best thing she can do for Syrian refugees is get them super hype on energy drinks.
After a recent random humanitarian visit to Syrian refugee camps in Turkey, Page Six reports Lindsay and her team are planning to donate a shit ton of energy drinks.
And not just any energy drinks, but the exact same Germany energy drink whose website describes it as a “blue caffeine lemonade” and “lifestyle drink” with the tag line “blue tastes woohoo :-).”
Did we mention it’s also the same energy drink Lindsay’s selling at her new nightclub?
“There’s hardly good water or anything so at this point sending anything is helpful,” a source explained to Page Six. “This is all part of Lindsay’s mission to help refugees.”
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