Every now and again we need to be reminded that it’s only a matter of time before our pit hairs turn grey, we’ll have to take out dentures out before oral and our doctor will recommended that we cut all our weed with crushed up Centrum Silver vitamins. We’re all speeding towards the “get afternoon drunk while watching HSN” (shit, I do that now) phase of our lives and now here’s another reminder of that in the form of an all grown up Maddox being a regular angsty-faced 12-year-old while struttin’ through LAX with St. Angie Jolie yesterday. I bet he doesn’t even crank Aniston anymore and I really doubt he sends her unmarked packages with the mutilated carcasses of Beanie Babies inside, because he’s way too cool for that now and totally over it. End of an era! (Side note: I went to the animal park with my pre-teen-ish cousins last weekend and so I spent a lot of quality time with the OVER EVERYTHING face. One thing I learned is that the easiest way to deal with the OVER EVERYTHING face is to drink as much beer as possible. Beer really is the Dr. Bronners of my soul.)
And when I opened these pictures, St. Angie’s holy nipple knobs scratched up my screen and strangely enough, the scratches formed the image of Jesus.