Was hoping this one would just go away but it won't. So I guess I have to blog it. Lance Armstrong having sex with Ashley Olsen...
Hold on a sec while I pour this whole bucket of Lemon Pledge on my imagination. Okay that's better.
Actually, it's not better - the dirtiness just comes right back. But I'll try to get through it...
Lance Armstrong and Ashley Olsen are, God help me, an item. According to Page 6 the two were all over each other the other night at the Gramercy Park Hotel's Rose Bar, and Tuesday night they had a romantic dinner at the Waverly Inn.
What the hell is a "romantic" dinner with Ashley Olsen anyway? The man sits there making goo-goo eyes while she figures out the best way to slice her single pea? Afterward you go for a nice walk and she jumps you behind a bush and bites your neck?
Oh right - it's Mary-Kate who's the vampire. Ashley is only creepy in a regular way. Well that's good for Lance - for a second there I feared he'd passed over into the realm of the undead (where his testicle has been for some time).
Now excuse me while I go get a scouring pad and try to scrub out these horrible, horrible thoughts.
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