While Saint Angie and Brad Pitt were out spreading their holiness after the BAFTAs in London the other night, their child army was back at their hotel wreaking havoc in the hallways. The Sun says Brangie booked most of the seventh floor at The Dorchester Hotel. Most of the floor, but there were still other guests trying to drift into dreamland, but couldn’t because the little deities were playing all loud-like.
One guest who complained to hotel about it said, “They were running up and down the hallway for over an hour. Their nanny tried to quieten them down and move them out the way when people came through. But she had her hands full with the four of them.”
The whiny hotel guest did it all wrong. I would’ve busted out in the hallway and screamed, “Shut the fuck up! Santa Claus doesn’t exist. The tooth fairy is a crackhead. And Glenn Close boiled the Easter Bunny in Fatal Attraction. Now go cry about that shit in the bathroom so I can get some damn sleep!” Easy as that.
And the guest who complained about the holy children just earned a spot behind me on the motorboat to Hell. Banished by Angie!