Saint Morticia and Bradley Pitt had dinner in Berlin last night to celebrate her make-up artist’s birthday or some shit. Well, Brad and the others ate dinner. Angie Jo was full from drinking the tears of angels earlier in the day. She just sat and nibbled on the fear of those around her.
Brad and the holy family are in Berlin while he finishes filming that Inglorious Bastard shit. You know what that means? The fugstache will soon be a distant memory. Sometimes I looked at that thing and felt a tickle in my glitter star (yes it glitters). And other times I looked at that shit and saw my creepy neighbor who talks to his plants and hangs naked baby dolls from his shower curtain rod. True story.
When Brad finally takes a razor to that shit, he should do it live on webcam since so many whores have been waiting for this moment. And of course he should eBay that shit. There’s a Brangaloonie somewhere who will sell her house and kids on the black market in order to wear Brad’s landing strip. And you know where she would wear that shit.
Here’s a few more pictures from last night. Mona Robinson is going to be pissed when she finds out that St. Angie sent Maddox to steal her favorite sexy funeral outfit.