Don’t Do It, ASkars!

February 28, 2012 / Posted by:

Page Six says that at Vanity Fair’s after-Oscar party on Sunday night, Swedish lightning rod ASkars dropped in on the hand of Zeus and after waving away trick after trick throwing their soppy wet coochies at him, he zeroed his glare on the youngest Olsen, Elizabeth Olsen. ASkars’ ex-piece Kate Bosworth was also at the party, but I don’t think she saw anything since one of the janitors mistook her for a brittle broom and used her to sweep up all the chocha dust that exploded everywhere when ASkars glided in.

A witness tells P6 that ASKars and Elizabeth Olsen were locked in each other’s words in a dark corner for a long time. The witness didn’t say if “talking in a corner” led to “Elizabeth climbing Mt. ASkars to explore his mouth cavern of orgasms with her tongue,” which would eventually lead to Elizabeth frolicking all over ASkars’ naked body. So let’s hope it doesn’t go past the corner.

I have nothing against Elizabeth Olsen. She’s like the Marilyn Munster of the Olsens. She’s harmless, but my allegiance forever belongs to the health and well-being of ASkars’ Swedish nipple knobs. If shit gets serious between ASkars and Elizabeth, he’ll eventually have to sit at the dinner table with the Olsen Trolls. ASkars’ charm could make a dead vulture’s peen swoon, but his powers have no effect on those evil Olsen Trolls. They would scurry up his body, slide down his mouth and eat him from the inside/out. The next time we’d see ASkars’ nipples is when the Olsens wear them as earrings. This Elizabeth Olsen and ASkars thing can’t happen. ASkars’ nipples are at stake. Fartfull! (Fartfull isn’t only the name of an Ikea bench, it’s also my favorite Swedish curse word.)

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