But only because the holy vapors floating off of St. Angelina’s precious skin is much too powerful for mere mortals to inhale. You’ll go into a seizure and all you will see is Angie’s hypnotic vagina dancing around singing “Worship me! Worship me!” That’s not something you want to catch. It’s the disease known as Brangiementia. And just to be safe, you might want to cover your mouth while you go through these pictures just in case. Her holiness is that intense.
Tonight in Tokyo, the premiere of THAT BENJAMIN BUTTON’S shit went down. It was the same old, same old. People ate their own tongues from all the excitement. A few babies were born from women that weren’t even pregnant. Eardrums burst because a chorus of angels flew down to serenade the holy couple. Typical shit.
I’m glad that St. Angie made use of the Victoria’s Secret robe I got my mom 10 years ago for her birthday. My mom never wore it because she said it made her ass cheeks cold. That was gracious of Angie to give it new life. Not only does she save babies, but she saves orphaned silk robes too!