I have had it with Angelina Jolie!!

Now, she used to be pretty hot. Didn't fill up her house with Jennifer Aniston's cast-offs and had those nice point-to-heaven breasts that hadn't been shared with his offspring. At that point I could believe she was saving them for me!

To late for that. Gravity, middle-age and the next divorce round the corner, Angie! Don't come crying to Stillwater on the rebound!

Still, the pictures are starting to really creep me out. The latest cover for Marie Clarie has sort of solidified this into a look. And the look ain't healthy. It's the look of a python that has just spotted a baby gazelle....

I don't think I'd recognize Ms. Jolie if I saw her in the street. And, if introduced to her at a perty, I'd most likely be thinking "Angelina Jolie...damn! That's a familiar sounding name. Wonder if she's known for anything."

Angelina, in the film world, is despised for the way she treats the people working around her. She is verbally abusive, arrogant, and a rotten diva. In other words, she ain't a nice person---except when she's in front of a camera.

BBB

Lips.

I'm sure Angelina Jolie will be very upset to hear this.

I liked her in tombraider

shes on meth or heroine..

i think. haha

To wit:



This is the Australian version of the title... if anyone is thinking that they haven't seen this image.

No, NO Angelina!!

You may tempt me with those breasts! But I say, they are the Devil's own Sweater-Puppies! Plump, firm, C-cup offerings of wickedness! No, I will not yield to your brazen temptressness. I, Stillwater, will remain stiff and upright, no matter how hard it gets....... aw, shit - my life is filed under L for fucking loser....

I treated a horse named Angelina Jolie once. Bought at auction. Named for her lips. But not, like, up front.

Fantastic owner.

Stiff upper lip, and all that a?

Some years ago, I walked across a park,
in the summertime, transverse to Boris,
a mountain sized dog, with a huge smile.
I commented upon his apparent contentment
to his humans, whereupon his ears arose,
his eyes locked on me, he rose from his
seated position and he ambled toward me,
continuing his giant smile, until he got
about a yard from me, when he lifted
one side of his upper lip into a snear,
went airborne, and came in for a landing
on my left forearm. It looked like I 'd
been hit by a .22 caliber bullet,
and blood was falling out.

I looked down upon him with disdain,
and he instantly broke off his attack,
sat down and resumed smiling.





David

seriously angelina does some sort of hard drug.

im usually never wrong on that kinda of thing...