As Brad Pitt silently cried for help with his eyes, Angie Jo fed the whore pit vipers crawling under her skin (yeah, those aren’t veins) by sucking the pieces of his good shit-soaked soul that are clinging to his insides for dear life. You know, I’m all for shamelessley Angie succubus-ing Brad in front of everyone, but while she was that close to him she should’ve used her fangs to chew most of his mop off. Not only would eating Brad’s strands of grease give Angie some much needed nutrients, but then he wouldn’t look like he’s a Taco Party Pack and a Miley grope away from being Bradley Ray Cyrus. One would think that a dude would do whatever he can to keep Tish Cyrus from wanting to wet ride him until her cock eye busts into place.
And it warms my soul knowing that Angie’s stylist kept their lips shut when they stood back, looked at this and thought to themselves: “This bitch literally looks like a bag of bones.” Seriously, somewhere there’s a trash can missing its bag and a pair of chopsticks who are feeling all sorts of inadequate while looking at Angie’s arms. I bet that dress smells like cold death, dried tar and black licorice.
Here’s more of St. Morticia, Brad, his true soulmate George Clooney and Stacy Keibler at the SAGs last night.