Way before St. Angie was healing the world with her divine vagina and sucking the youth out of Brad Pitt, she had a “phone fling” with none other than Rosie O’Donnell. Once you’ve talked your genitals off of the ledge, read on……
On Howard Stern’s show (via Popeater) the other day, Rosie O not only confirmed that she’s no longer munching on Kelli Carpenter’s carpet, but she also briefly talked about the phone time she spent with St. Angie. Rosie said, “We talked on the phone two or three times, but that was that. There was a tentative plan to have dinner that never came through. I was a little afraid of her. She’s scary in a sexual kind of way.”
What a missed opportunity for all of us. To think, we could have had Rosielina instead of Brangelina. Which means instead of crazed Brangaloonies terrorizing our lives, we would be dodging flannel-wearing, saw dust-farting Rosielinaloonies. And honestly, I’d rather be bitched out by a big butchie with a flat top. It kind of gives me the tingles, actually.
And for those you saying that St. Angie would never lick on Rosie’s ham muffin, might I remind you of an elderly turtle named Billy Bob Thornton?