St. Angie Jolie Threatens To Sue The Daily Mail Over A 15-Year-Old Video Of Her “Strung Out On Heroin”
St. Angie Jolie is joining George Clooney behind the handball court on the playground where they’ll both wait for The Daily Mail to walk on by so they can jump that bitch’s ass for talking shit about them. This week, The National Enquirer published stills from a 15-year-old video of a BS (before sainthood) Angelina Jolie looking like a malnourished, drowned, beat down subway rat while talking on the phone in her NYC apartment. The National Enquirer claimed that Angie Jo was “strung out” on heroin and coke and was pacing around her “drug den.” The Daily Mail posted the story and the video, and now St. Angie is reportedly coming after them for doing so. St. Angie is probably going after The Daily Mail instead of the Enquirer, because it’s easier to sue for crap like that in the UK and now that she’s a Dame she can ask THE QUEEN to destroy The Daily Mail and feed them to her Corgis.
Former NYC drug dealer Franklin Meyer sold the video to the Enquirer and he claims he shot it during one of his many visits to her apartment. Franklin says he delivered heroin and coke to her apartment three times a week and sometimes he’d watch her snort it up. During one drop off, Franklin filmed her having a riveting conversation about thrilling topics like mortgages with her dad Jon Voight. Everyone knows that before St. Angie put together her child army and became the God that God looks to for inspiration, she loved the bad shit and regularly chased the tail of a dragon. So even if the video showed her injecting heroin into her ass lips, it would still be as shocking as a newly surfaced video of Kim Kardashian lazily sucking a black dick. But the boring video is nothing but a jacked up St. Angie pacing back and forth while having a boring conversation with her dad.
Even though the video is nothing and not really worth suing over, St. Angie is thinking about getting her lawyers to throw a lawsuit at The Daily Mail. That’s what the Times of London claims anyway. via HuffPo UK:
Angelina Jolie has reportedly begun legal action against the Daily Mail for publishing a video it claims showed her while she was addicted to heroin in the 1990s.
The newspaper suggested the footage, taken from the National Enquirer, featured a conversation between Jolie and her father Jon Voight about her brother James and late mother Marcheline Bertrand.
The Times writes Jolie is believed to regard the publication of the video as a gross violation of her privacy.
In case you missed it and care, here’s the video of a Sun-In-haired Angie in her sleazy drug den, which looks a million times nicer than most of the NYC apartments I lived in.
At first I thought that maybe St. Angie Jolie has a case, because The Daily Mail said she was strung out on heroin in the video and yes she’s got heroin hair, eyes and arms, but there’s no concrete proof. But then I got to the 1:34 mark in the video and found their concrete proof. St. Angie was obviously strung out on heroin and others kind of bad shit when this video was filmed, because nobody in their right mind would ignore a movie starring Winnie Cooper and Jonathan Brandis!
And I forgot how big cordless phones were back then. I’m surprised I never used a cordless phone antenna as a starter dildo.
St. Angie and the child army have landed in Tokyo for the Japanese premiere of Maleficent, but I get the feeling they’ll end up cancelling the whole thing, since no 90-minute movie can compete with watching the twin messiahs walk through the airport. How do you say “This is the happiest day of my life” in Japanese? I bet they heard that 89,000 times from the arrival gate to baggage claim.
I hope Pope Francis doesn’t have any long-term plans for Castle Jesus like building a moat or remodelling the kitchen, because it looks like his time in Vatican City is limited now that Knox Jolie-Pitt is old enough to walk, smile, wave, and beam rays of pure blessed light. Fortunately, Pope Francis only has to worry about losing his job to one of the messiahs; Vivienne Jolie-Pitt has no time for waving and smiling or blessing people. Besides, she’s more interested in taking over the family business by becoming a Saint, like her mother.
And for those of you questioning whether or not the chosen ones are getting a bit old to be carrying around baby blankies, those aren’t actually blankies. They’re detachable angel wings (it just makes things easier when you’re going through security).
Here’s more of the holy family gracing the lucky people of Tokyo with their flawless perfection this morning. If you live in Japan and you see everyone dumping maneki-nekos into the trash, it’s because they’re being replaced with ceramic figures of Knox waving.
Before St. Angie puts the child army to bed after a long day of jet-setting across the globe and shopping at toy stores, she summons them all 6 of her precious angels into her bedroom, wrapping each one in a warm blanket of pure light, and gathering together on the bed for a story. And according to Us Weekly, the child army has no time for basic shit like Babar or Hop on Pop; they beg to hear the tale of how St. Angie turned her luminous skin into a magnificent inked tapestry:
“They are obsessed with her tattoos and always ask what they mean,” the insider tells Us, adding that Jolie is “happy to explain her tats to the kids.” (Among the 13 designs is an etching of the birth coordinates for each of her children, who were born all over the world, in Cambodia, Vietnam, Ethiopia, Namibia, and France.)
The source notes that Shiloh is especially fascinated by her mom’s ink. And Pax is already eager to get his own. “Angie tells him he has plenty of time,” the insider says.
The source then went on to explain that the child army aren’t as obsessed with the random assortment of messy tattoos that live on their father (the following quote may or may not have been made up by myself while staring at this picture of Brad Pitt):
Whenever the child army showers St. Angie with attention by marvelling at her tattoos, Brad will put down his bong, suck the Funyuns residue off his fingers, and pull off the sweat-stained henley he’s been wearing for 4 days to remind the kids that “Mama ain’t the only one with some sick tats, right kids?”
Typically Zahara will be the first to shout at him to put his shirt back on, followed by Shiloh demanding he take a shower (“With soap this time!”), and Pax asking his mother: “Is that really a tattoo of a mummy??? Oh my god, you truly are a saint for sticking with this guy.”
Not only did St. Angie Jolie meet fellow home wrecking legend Duchess Camilla in London today (Side note: What in Little House on the Prairie cosplay HELL is Camilla wearing?), but she also got honored by THE QUEEN! St. Angie’s in London to co-host the week-long Global Summit to End Sexual Violence in Conflict and since she was there, THE QUEEN figured that she might as well throw an honor her way since God, Jesus, all the apostles, the Academy, and pretty much everybody else on Earth has already honored her. I don’t know if there was a ceremony or anything, but I doubt, because THE QUEEN would rather spend her time doing other things like watching screeners of the upcoming season of TOWIE while eating melted ice cream in her underwear.
After St. Angie was named an honorary Dame by THE QUEEN for services to UK foreign policy and campaigning to end sexual violence in war zones, she released this statement:
“To receive an honour related to foreign policy means a great deal to me, as it is what I wish to dedicate my working life to. Working on PVSI and with survivors of rape is an honour in itself. I know that succeeding in our goals will take a lifetime, and I am dedicated to it for all of mine.”
St. Angie’s not a British citizen, so she can’t be called a Dame, but like she gives a shit. She’s already got the title of SAINT!
Daniel Day-Lewis is now Sir Daniel Day-Lewis, because he was knighted. Maggie Smith and Damian Lewis were also honored.
St. Angie is already Queen of the Saints and the Moon and the Stars, so it was only a matter of time before she became a Dame (in spirit at least). But what I want to know is, where are the priorities of the people who chooses the next Dames and Sirs? I mean, how is it possible that Maggie Smith, Daniel Day-Lewis, St. Angie Jolie and dozens of others are honored by THE QUEEN and England’s greatest treasure and finest rose Jodie Marsh isn’t? Jodie Marsh should be a three-time Dame for her contribution to British elegance and grace. People should be rioting in the streets over that shit.
Here’s more pictures of St. Angie meeting Camilla and also some pictures of St. Angie and
Robert Evans Brad Pitt at an End Sexual Violence in Conflict event.
St. Angie Jolie is in London for the Global Summit to End Sexual Violence in Conflict and during an interview with BBC Radio’s Women’s Hour (via HuffPo), the interviewer brought up that scene (SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! SPOILER ALERT! And just because I want to type it on more time, SPOILER ALERT!) in Maleficent where she gets roofied by the one human she trusts and wakes up to find that he cut her wings off. If that scene made you want to pull out your rape whistle and call 911, it was supposed to.
St. Angie says Maleficent’s screenwriter Linda Woolverton needed a good reason for why Maleficent, a good fairy who was always dressed like she was on her way to the red faire, would want to get revenge against the humans and curse a baby. Hey, here’s an idea, maybe Maleficent is just evil for the hell of it and she cursed that baby, because cursing babies is fun! But since it’s Disney and they had to give Maleficent a heart made of daisy petals and kitten tears or else parents wouldn’t buy her action figure for their kids at The Disney Store, they gave her a tragic backstory. St. Angie put it like this:
“The question was asked: ‘What could make a woman become so dark and lose all sense of her maternity, her womanhood, and her softness?’ Something would have to be so violent and aggressive and so of course for us, we were very conscious, the writer and I, that it was a metaphor for rape. And that this would be the thing that would make her lose sight of that. And then at a certain point, the question of the story is ‘what could bring her back?’ And again it is an extreme Disney, fun version of it, but at the core it is abuse, and how the abused then have a choice of abusing others or overcoming and remaining loving, open people.”
Okay, but when is St. Angie going to explain her and Sharlto Copley’s tragic accents?
Linda Woolverton might’ve gotten the rape metaphor idea from the original Sleeping Beauty. In the original Sleeping Beauty fairytale, Sleeping Beauty gets raped by the prince while she’s in a curse coma, gets knocked up with twins and the feeling of twins coming out of her wakes her up. It’s the perfect bedtime story to read to your kids!
Since Maleficent put a mountain of money in Disney’s pockets, they’re also doing another Cruella de Vil movie and Cinderella comes out next year. So I’m guessing that in Cinderella, the evil stepmother becomes an evil bitch of a mess who hates Cinderella after she gets raped by a group of maids. And in the Cruella de Vil movie, Cruella de Vil becomes a puppy-hating demon after she gets raped by a bunch of Dalmatian puppies. Etc.. etc…
And here’s St. Angie and pimp-looking ass Brad Pitt at an exhibit at the End Sexual Violence in Conflict conference today.
And the SHOCKING TWIST is that it wasn’t Chelsea Handler during another one of her drunken, vodka-fueled rages.
Vitalii Sediuk is that 25-year-old Ukrainian “comedian” and “prankster” (see: terror of Hollywood and overall asshole mess) who’s known for pulling all sorts of acts of fuckery like trying to suck Will Smith’s face on the red carpet, crawling up Ugly Betty’s dress at Cannes, giving Bradley Cooper a dry blow job, grabbing Leonardo DiCatchAHo’s down low parts, giving everyone a Ukrainian pube show at the Met Gala and crashing the stage at the Grammys during Adele’s speech. Well, for his latest STUNT QUEEN stunt, Vitalii jumped over a barrier at the Maleficent premiere in Hollywood last night and reportedly punched the patriarch of America’s most important holy family right in the face.
Just Jared says that Brad let the spirit of Tyler Durden take over his body and he punched that bitch back. Brad’s security and the police jumped on Vitalii and he was arrested and charged with battery. He’s currently being held on $20,000 bail. It’s a good thing that Brad Pitt sucked down all those joints in the car, because his face was probably so numb that he didn’t feel a thing. He shook it off and kept signing autographs and posing with St. Angie Jolie and her gown made by Hefty.
RIP Vitalii Sediuk. Because he fucked with the wrong bitches this time. Sometime today, St. Angie’s minions will ask the LAPD to hand that motherfucker over to them. Then they’ll throw Vitalii in the child army’s playroom before saying, “May God be with you,” and locking the door. After about 2 hours of suffering through the child army’s screeches, SpongeBob blasting in the background and the Chosen Ones throwing Cheetos at him, he’ll scream for mercy and ask for a quick death. Then St. Angie will appear in a cloud of green smoke and say, “Death is too good for you, carry on, my children!” Bitch is done.
The premiere of Disney’s Maleficent (aka Disney’s Cheekbones!) was held in LA last night and St. Angie took a night off from reading passages of The Bible to blind angels in Heaven to grace the
red blue carpet with her presence. St. Angie truly is the People’s Saint. She could have had her pick from the finest, most exquisite of gowns fit for European aristocracy and nobility, and instead she chooses to show compassion for the destitute have-nots of the world by wearing a humble trash bag. “All I did was turn water into wine. Teach me, St. Angie” - Jesus.
And just like Jesus, her crusade for social justice didn’t end with her trash bag dress. Again, she could have put Brad Pitt in an expensive suit and tie and told him to put down the Funyuns and shave, but instead she showed her unconditional love for the outcasts of society by making him dress up as a sleazy amateur porn filmmaker from the San Fernando Valley. Excellent job, Angie, you can practically smell the Acqua Di Gio and Astroglide from here. This wasn’t the original idea, however; she wanted to do Brad up as a leper, but they ran out of makeup after trying to cover up Angie’s forehead vein.
Here’s more of St. Angie and Brad and the premiere of the #1 movie in Heaven. Sadly, only one member of the child army was able to make it, and that was Maddox. I know this isn’t the first time we’ve seen grown-up baby Maddox in a suit, but it still makes me feel like I need to buy a walker and put tennis balls on the feet.
St. Angie Jolie is Goddess of Children, Goddess of Wearing Black, Goddess of Wearing Skin-Colored Condom Shoes and Goddess of Forehead Veins, and now you can add Goddess Of Working Mother to her goddess resume. St. Angie Jolie understands the plight of the single working mother and she’ll never ever bitch and moan
out loud about how hard she’s got it, because she knows she doesn’t have it hard at all.
During an interview to promote the documentary about her life called Maleficent, the NYDN asked St. Angie what she thinks about comments made by the First Lady of NYC Chirlane McCray. Chirlane McCray told New York Magazine that she feels guilty about juggling her career and her daughter. St. Angie Jolie says that she doesn’t have “mommy guilt,” because she knows she’s privileged than most and her children can travel with her. Put on your knee pads (please, I know you whores always have your knee pads on) and worship at the feet of the saint of all saints:
“I’m not a single mom with two jobs trying to get by every day. I have much more support than most people, most women in this world. And I have the financial means to have a home and health care and food. My kids, they’re here upstairs.
When I feel I’m doing too much, I do less, if I can. And that’s why I’m in a rare position where I don’t have to do job after job. I can take time when my family needs it. I can say I can only get into the (editing) room after the kids are in school, and I have to be back for dinner, and they’re coming for lunch.”
St. Angie’s comments were in response to Chirlane McCray’s comments, but I’d still like to think that after she said this next part, she went on to say, “And you know who I’m talking about,” while holding her nose up in the snobby bitch position:
“I actually feel that women in my position, when we have all at our disposal to help us, shouldn’t complain. Consider all the people who really struggle and don’t have the financial means, don’t have the support, and many people are single raising children. That’s hard.”
Yes, St. Angie, snatch up Goopy’s wig the same way you snatched up Aniston’s husband. Finish her!
But really, I doubt Brad Pitt’s ex could give a shit about this and she has a lot of shit to give since she’s full of it. Goopy’s secretary probably printed this interview out in ladybird spider semen ink on fennel-scented Torrey Pine paper and handed it to Goopy who looked it over and said, “Eh, this salope feeds her kids McDonald’s. She’s subhuman.“
HD powder claims another victim!
HD powder: Too many to count!
Just like Nicole Kidman, Uma Thurman and Sabrina the Teenage Witch before her ass, a make-up artist proved that they are an unholy Satanist by fucking with St. Angie Jolie’s face and slapping her down with that powder that makes you look Scarface when a flash hits you. St. Angie was Brad Pitt’s date to The Normal Heart premiere in NYC last night and she looked like a malnourished baby alligator that a chef at a creole restaurant just dipped in flour and was about to toss in a fryer pan. Who ever did that to St. Angie has probably been struck by lighting and is a pile of dust right now, but I want to use a Ouija board to contact their ghost and tell them that I love them for making her look like an over-used coke straw with veins. She looks like Rob Ford just farted in her face.
But seriously, I’m sure that’s not powder. It’s queef dust from the angels. She is St. Angie after all.
Here’s more pictures from last night’s The Normal Heart premiere including pictures of basic ho, basic ho, MATT BONER!!!, basic ho, basic ho and JUDITH LIGHT!!!
Hmmm, so did Angelina play Maleficent or did Maleficent play Angelina? That is the question.
The St. Angie Jolie biopic titled Maleficent comes out on May 30th, so brace yourselves for three weeks of seeing her in nothing but skin-colored condoms shoes and size negative four black sack dresses that even Mrs. Roper would call “homely and matronly.” The non-stop black dresses and forehead vein officially tour started in London today at the “private reception” for Maleficent held at Kensington Palace. St. Angie brought Brad Pitt who did himself up like a character in Ray Donovan. Together they look like a mid-level mobster and his Wiccan advisor/piece at the funeral of one of the members of the Addams Family. If you pasted pieces of fried prosciutto all over St. Angie’s body, she’d almost look like Carlton Gebbia.
And while St. Angie was doing her job, she told Brad Pitt to scat and go and look at that pretty background. Mama’s working.
Six seconds after Brad looked at those pretty leaves and asked himself, “Hmmm, I wonder if I can smoke that shit?”, he pulled out the bong he carries in his pocket and smoked that shit.