The audio from the 911 call made from Demi Moore’s home the night she went into a drug-induced seizure has been online for several days now, but for some reason people are just now getting around to noticing that her daughter Rumer is mentioned on the recording. The Daily Mail says:

During the 911 call, a male caller appears use [Rumer's] nickname, saying: ‘Hey, Ru, what’s the name at the gate so that we can buzz [the paramedics] in?’

A panicked female caller can first be heard saying: ‘She smoked something. It’s not marijuana, but it’s similar to incense… she’s convulsing and semi-conscious, barely.’

I can’t imagine anything lamer than doing whip-its with Rumer fucking Willis. In fact, “doing whip-its with Rumer Willis” sounds like some kind of punishment. Like something you’d make a pledge do right before you force him to eat a bowl of mayonnaise while doing jumping jacks.

Newly-released audio of the 911 call (listen after the jump) placed from Demi Moore’s home the night she was hospitalized after having a seizure suggest that not only was she high on whip-its — she’d also been smoking incense laced with synthetic cannabinoids, or “Spice” as it’s known around most middle schools. Radar Online says:

[The caller can be heard telling the 911 operator]: “She smoked something, it’s not marijuana, it’s similar to incense. She seems to be having convulsions.”

Addiction specialist Dr. Phil Dembo… believes Moore was smoking K2 Spice, which is currently legal in the U.S. but under investigation by the Drug Enforcement Agency.

“It sounds like Demi smoked K2 Spice,” Dr. Dembo, who has not treated Moore, said. “The problem with synthetics of any kind is they can cause anxiety or depression and cause panic or hyperventilation type of experience. There is racing of your body and those things chemically take you over.”

Victoria’s Secret model Candice Swanepoel has nothing to do with Demi Moore or pititful seventh-grade emo cutter attempts at substance abuse, but she has very, very shiny limbs, and you know how easily distracted I am by anything shiny. I’m curious like a cat. And that’s why my friends call me “Whiskers,” not because I had a chin hair that grew almost an inch long before I finally noticed it. I’m pretty sure that was just a coincidence.

Candice Swanepoel in Vogue China:

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