I don’t know what it is about those Olsen Twins, but I still get nervous writing about them. I mean I actually look over my shoulder waiting for the pervert police to bust down my door and take me away. I’m having that exact deviant, creepy feeling right now as I write about Ashley Olsen picking at her under-things and dancing around like the little monkey she is, all for the amusement of the nosey Paparazzi. I’ll admit I’m actually pretty turned on by these pics though and no, I don’t really have to worry about the morality patrol coming to get me (yes, she’s legal now”¦old news folks) but I may have to worry about lightening bolts from the heavens. Come to think of it, what do I really care anyway? This site has gotten me a one way ticket to Satan‘s workshop long ago. Bring it on I say!
February 13th, 2007