Just hours after Douche Brad Pitt once again reopened the triangle that makes me long for the days when we cared about more interesting triangles like the one in Bermuda or the one on Madge’s jacket in Desperately Seeking Susan, Jennifer Aniston BRAVELY came out of her NYC apartment with the boyfriend she won at one of those claw games at Dave and Buster’s.
Seconds after a stage manager wearing an ear piece in the mic yelled “cue 1…2….3…GO!,” Dulliston (Brad Pitt’s misinterpreted words, not mine) opened the door, strolled out onto the stage of life and threw out one of those casual “OMG! WOW! What are you doing here? For little ole’ me? You would think that my name is on my Google RSS Reader a trillion billion times the way you’re clicking at me!” faces. Jennifer had to do this so a team of therapy cats wouldn’t be sent in to check to make sure she didn’t try to drown her sad miserable feelings in a soaking tub full of Bisquick soup and dozens of bowls of Warm Delights.
But of course this bland bitch is okay. They’re all okay, because they’re all in on it together. We should be convinced that Brad, Angie and Jen are all aliens from another planet whose sole purpose is to send the public into a rage frenzy over some stupid shit we shouldn’t care about. It’s entertainment for their fellow aliens on their home planet. We’re like the #1 show on every planet but this one. We’re like their Jersey Shore (which they laugh at us for watching, by the way).
Even those Kardashian trash sluts are in on it. The Kuntrashians are absolutely everywhere, because they’re the alien cameras capturing all this madness. While you were eating your keyboard over Brad’s dumb words yesterday, you quickly glanced through your sliding glass door and wondered why Khloe Kardashian was sitting in your backyard. You figured she was just eating your dog’s food again. NOPE. That sneaky trick was recording you acting like a fool and broadcasting it live onto XFilesTube! Why isn’t the government doing anything about this? Why is Obama quiet about this? Why am I not shouting this conspiracy theory through the subways of New York at 4am?!
If you need me I’ll be making all of us tinfoil bonnets. Or do you want a tinfoil fedora instead?