Mary-Kate Olsen and her boyfriend Max Snow prowl the streets. Isn't Mary-Kate kind of young to already look like the sort of nutty old dame who lives in a big house full of antique lamps, and has painted upside-down V's for eyebrows and gets her rocks off trying to seduce the guy who reads the water meter? You know, the kind of old lady who has a trunk full of moldy furs that she takes out sometimes and traipses around the house in pretending she's at a grand ball? And she dances with her cats whose names are Reginald and Jack? Cause those are the names of the two husbands she poisoned and buried in the cellar?
