A daring escape…

Quick. What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you see this picture of Ashlee Simpson?



The first thing I think is that it looks as though she’s doing the walk of shame. Think about it. How many times have you left someone’s apartment wearing oversized sweatpants, someone’s rugby t-shirt and a pair of strappy, kitten heel sandals?

Don’t play coy with me. You know what I’m talking about. The bird nest in your hair, missing contact lens, unexplained bruise, shag-carpet tongue and a vague recollection of a half-empty bottle of SoCo chased by some watermelon wine coolers. (God, college was fun.)

In that photo, Ashlee looks like she cut her jeans into shorts using her bootycall’s Mach 3 in the bathroom. Then she stole his little sister’s t-shirt, climbed out the window so as to not wake up mom and dad and casually strolled out the front door. But the shoes. The shoes are a dead giveaway. They get me every time.