Jessica, Ashley, and O.J.

I don't know how the Boston Globe publishes this, since it ain't hardly news, but "Ashlee Simpson's career comes courtesy of Daddy dearest".

Dear Joe Simpson: I know, since you're a pathological bastard with likely infanticidal tendencies that you're unlikely to listen to my advice, but please, stop. Stop your crazy ass. Stop it now.

Or don't come crying to me when Ashlee is feeding jesus juice to people on her giant theme park ranch. This shit doesn't turn out well, friend. Not well at all.

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