aldo-vallon - August 9, 2017
Every now and then I am blessed with a ghost of Christmas past, and in this moment that ghost is Ashlee Simpson. She is looking quite good for a ghost, I must say. She does not seem very ghostly at all. I have never seen a ghost in the flesh, if that is the right term, but I like to think I have a pretty good idea of what they would be like. I imagine they would be very pale, partially translucent, with an unexplained cold breeze.
Ashlee Simpson does not meet any of those requirements. She has the tan of a woman more likely to have the name Juanita. She looks firmer than a melon just prior to turning ripe. And rather than lowering the temperature, she raises it in any room she enters. I imagine every yoga class she takes inadvertently turns into hot yoga at no extra charge. It has been awhile since I could even touch my toes, but I would eagerly put my well-being on the line to be given the opportunity to see that booty in downward dog. I might even make it through the whole class to see what other poses she can hit.
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