Tomb Raider 3 Rumors

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OMG…didn’t even realize this thread was growing so much!P.S. I hope the paps don’t get any pics of them for a long time. As much as I like to see pictures of them, I prefer that they remain as private as possible.

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what number am I???? # 2000 | angelah YOU lucky girl !!!!

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what number am I???? # 2000 | angelah YOU lucky GIRL::::::::

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I really wish they continue to reproduce , a baby boy totally looking like Brad. Brad good gene should be pass on !! Oh, please Brad act faster !

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PART 4 - The Birth of the Blues, aka, Jennifer Gets the News==========================================Recap: Doug has co-opted Vince into doing his dirty work and telling Jennifer that Angelina has had the baby. Vince was at the LA club "Shag" when he got the call from Doug:Club Shag - 9:45pmAs Vince flipped his cell phone closed he said the first thing that came into his mind, "****. ****, ****, ****, ****, ****, ****! Double ****! Why did I just agree to tell Jennifer about the baby! And what the hell kind of name is Shiloh anyway? It reminds me that god-awful dog movie. ****. Angie must’ve come up with that dumb name. Brad would probably name all his kids after the characters in those **** and Jane books if she let him."Stepping out of the shadows Vince came face to face with a man waiting to get into the men’s room. The man was looking at him oddly and Vince wasn’t in the mood for it. And Vince being Vince, he said the first thing that came into his mind, "What are you looking at *******?"Not the least bit intimadated the gentleman replied, "A mediocre and stunningly unfunny comic talking out loud to himself?""Well, ****…this is just what I need tonight. What the hell are you doing here Farrell?"Smirking as only Colin Farrell can he replied, "Not much. Just talking to a mediocre and stunningly unfunny comic who’s dating a mediocre and stunningly untalented tv actress.""Oh, aren’t you just a barrel of laughs tonight."Never one to shy away from conflict Colin kept right on prodding Vince, "So, Vaughn…where’d you stash Pitt’s cast-off Mrs. this fine evening? Surely she didn’t let you go out club-hopping on your own, now did she lad?"Squinting fiercely Vince thought about cold-cocking the shorter man with a right-hand jab, but decided in favor of a witty riposte instead, "Nah. I’m here with Angie tonight. Didn’t you see her at the bar? She dumped Brad and came running to me declaring her undying love. That baby’s really mine you know. Imagine that…Angie preferring to have sex with any man, but you. Go figure.""**** off, Vaughn. If Pitt even suspected you’d been sniffin’ around Ange all of Hollywood would be attending your funeral. The bloody jealous bloke won’t let me within a continent of her. So…why the **** are ya standin’ in the corner talkin’ to yourself, man?"Vince had a decision to make. He knew Colin Farrell was a friend of Angie’s, but he didn’t know if he was allowed to tell anyone other than Jennifer about the baby yet. So, Vince being Vince, he did what he wanted instead of what he should. "I was just talking to Brad’s brother. He told me Angelina’s had the baby. Now he wants me to tell Jennifer so she doesn’t hear it on the news or from some ******* tab reporter first.""That is fan-*******-tastic! What’d they have? What’d they neame her? How much does she weigh? Who’s she look like?""Jesus, Farrell, you’re worst than an old lady. I’m not telling you anything else. If you wanna know more than call Angie or Brad. If you’ve got their number that is."Starting forward Colin shoved Vince to one side, "**** you, Vaughn. For the record *******, I still talk to Angie from time to time. We’re friends. Now move your fat ass out of the way and let me be on my way to the loo. Why don’t you go give the good news to your girlfriend. I’m sure she’s going to want to have an all-night Pity Party to celebrate. Bloody ***** does nothin’ but whine and complain…."Vince watched as Colin Farrell head off into the men’s room steadily reciting a litany of Jennifer’s shortcomings. "Damn…I sort of feel like I should be defending Jen…but, ****…when a guy’s right, he’s right."Glancing at his watch Vince noticed it was almost 10:00pm. He was going to have to hustle out to Malibu if he was going to tell Jen the news tonight. Lord knew he didn’t want to, but unless he had an epiphany that allowed him to get out of it he was stuck. Actually, an "epiphany" is just what he did have.Pulling out his cell phone again Vince started dialing furiously. The call was answered on the second ring by a sleepy-sounding man, "Hello…I don’t know who you are but this better be good."Thanking God for his good fortune Vince answered the man on the other end of the line, "Hey Dave…it’s Vince. Where’s Courtney?""Christ, Vaughn! Why the hell are you calling at this hour?""Sorry, Dave, but it can’t be helped. I really need to talk to Courtney.""Well, that’s too ******* bad because she’s not here.""Where is she then? I really have to talk to her.""She’s in Toronto, remember? She went up there today to do some prep work on a movie role. What the hell do you want with my wife anyway?""Aw, ****! NO! Whattamigonnadonow?! ****!""Listen Vince…I’m impressed with your knowledge of dirty words. Really, I am. But I just spent the day with a two year old who’s channeling every nutjob in my family and I’m tireder than a mofo, so goodbye, I’m going back to sleep!""Dave? Dave? Aw, ****! Goddammit! He hung up on me! ****! Whattamigonnadonow? Damn…I’m gonna have to tell Jennifer myself. I’d rather have my nuts chopped off than do this. Why the hell can’t I get a ******* break for once?"Resignedly Vince turned off his cell phone and put it away. Standing up straight, he squared his shoulders and stood tall. "If I’m going to die tonight, at least I’m not going to be slouching. My mother will be proud of me for that at least."Turning back into the club Vince headed back to the bar to pay his tab. That’s when he noticed his intended companion for the evening heading toward the front door of the club with another man. "Wait a second? Goddammit! Farrell stole my date! The prick!"Casa Aniston - 10:30pmJennifer was sitting at her breakfast bar with a pitcher of Margaritas and her cell phone. She was trying to get in touch with the husband of her bestest pal Courtney Cox-Argquette, but the line was busy, "Dammit, Dave, get off the ******* phone! Ggggrrrrrr!!! God! Why can’t things ever be easy for me? I just need to know what hotel court’s staying at! Is it so wrong to want my bestest friend in my hour need?"Getting to her feet Jennifer started pacing along the length of the breakfast bar, "Why did Courtney have to go out of town now? She had to know I’d need her! ****. That’s just like her. Thinking of herself when she knows I’m trying to get Brad back! She told me she’d help me, but where’s she at when I need her? Toronto, that’s where. What kind of bestest friend would go out of town when I need her?! Why can’t she come back and be with me in my time of need?!"Abruptly Jennifer stopped pacing and cocked her head to one side. "Is that a car? Who the hell is insensitve enough to come visiting at this hour of the night?! It’s probably somebody who’s lost and looking for directions. I don’t know why in the hell people can’t buy a ******* GPS system like the one I have in my Mercedes! ******* cheapskates!"Listening intently Jennifer heard the slam of a car door and the sound of hard-heeled shoes walking to her front door, then the chime of the doorbell. Walking over to the peephole she looks out and sees a just a plaid blur. She was looking at the middle of someone’s chest. Someone very tall. Someone very tall who wore tacky plaid shirts…a lot.Pulling the door open, Jennifer immediately starts screaming at her unwanted guest, "I cannot ******* believe this! You *******! You actually have the nerve to show up here? And expect me to let you in?" With an "I don’t think so, buster!" Jennifer slammed the door in Vince’s face."Well…I guess she found my "Dear Jane-ifer" note. She’s taking it much better than I thought she would."Sighing heavily Vince rang the doorbell again, "Jennifer? Sweetie…come on…you know I didn’t mean what I wrote. I was just kidding around."Suddenly the door is yanked open and Vince is face-to-face with Jennifer again, "Oh. So. You didn’t read my diary, then?""Uh…""Yeah, that’s what I thought, *******. You’re going to ******* rue the day you ever crossed me buddy-boy! I’ve got clout in this town!""You do?""Yeah, I do. Don’t you know I’m America’s Sweetheart, dipshit? PEOPLE LOVE ME! They want me to be happy! And you don’t make me happy so **** off!"Vince jumped back a foot when Jennifer slammed the door in his face again. "Well…she’s taking that letter much better than I thought she would…"Steeling himself for the next round Vince reached out and rang the doorbell again. Jennifer’s voice came to him through the closed door, "GO. AWAY. YOU. *******. *******.""Now, Jen, come on…don’t be like that. We gotta talk…""You wanna talk to me? Then you better get one of your old Jack Daniels bottles out of your beat-up, piece of **** truck, crush into fine glass, spread it on the ground and start crawling on your fat hairy knees and thick, ham-sized hands, you ************* lying sack of ****!""Aw…now, stop right there, Miss Thing! First of all, if we’re going to start calling people liars, then I think you’d better scurry your little skinny, anorexic, ******* UGLY, ass to the closest copy of Funk and Wagnall’s that your can find and look up the word, *****! Right there next to the word "liar" is a picture of your long-chinned, big-nosed, hairline adjusted, hairy face!""Oh, so we’re going to start making fun of people’s looks are we ‘Mr. I Never Met A Razor or A Bar of Soap That I Used On My Body’.""Jennifer…believe me, you do not want to get into a game of the dozens with me. You’ve got too many ******* faults to win!""Don’t tell me what I want to do you fat ****!""Jennifer…I’m only going to say this once…OPEN…THE…*******…DOOR. We need to talk.""Vince…I’m only going to say this once…YOU. HAVE. GOT. TO. *******. BE. KIDDING.""Alright…if that’s the way you want to play this…you leave me with no recourse, but to do what I gotta do…"Scooting back away from the door Jennifer fired her next salvo, "And what’s that Mr. Needle ****."At first Jennifer didn’t hear anything and she thought maybe Vince had gotten the clue and left. Then, much to her chagrin, she heard it…the sound of a key in the lock, followed by the opening of the front door."Well…****."Vince stood in the doorway looking at a very disheveled Jennifer. Her clothes were wrinkled and askew and her hair was an absolute mess. Those famous honey-brown locks of hers looked like she’d been running her fingers through them repeatedly. Her DIRTY, white-powder-sugar-donut stained fingers. The funny thing was, all Vince could think was, "DAAAAYYYUUMMMM!!!! She looks fucked up!" Contrary to what Doug Pitt thought he knew about Vince’s feelings towards Jennifer, Vince didn’t have any. Well, okay, if he was going to be honest with himself, he’d had them at the very beginning. But as the months wore on and he began to realize that Jennifer was NEVER going to move past her lost marriage he’d realized that self-preservation and self-respect were more important than gaining entree to the Hollywood A-List. Besides, after "The Break-Up" come out he was pretty damned sure Jennifer Aniston would drop like a stone from the A-List. Even HE thought the movie sucked and that watching her on the big screen was like watching paint dry. Correction, make that White paint. You can’t tell if it is dry until you’ve touched it and by the time you realize it’s still wet you’ve got the **** all over you. And that’s what Jennifer was…the **** all over him. And he had to get it off."Look Jennifer…I’m not here to fight with you…""What the **** are you doing here, then? You’ve already read my diary, so I know you’re not here for reading material.""Pfffffttt! As if you read anything other than the tabloids!""I do so read other stuff!""Yeah, the scripts of bad movies you plan on torturing the world with!""That’s was low! Like you haven’t made a few bad movies yourself!""I freely admit to having my share of dogs…but then again I didn’t have a big wheeler-dealer movie-star husband to find me paying gigs. Some of us have had to make it on our own, ya know."Jennifer narrowed her eyes, squinted hard at Vince, dropped into an infamous Tae Bo boxing stance and put her fists up in front of her. "All, Vaughn…that’s it. That’s all the **** I’m taking from you! Put up your dukes!"Vince couldn’t help himself, he put his hands on his knees and proceeded to laugh until the tears started rolling down his face. "Are you drunk again, Aniston? Didn’t getting arrested last night teach you anything?"An incensed Jennifer relaxed out of her boxing stance. "Drunk? I’m not drunk! Although, if anyone would know about being a drunk it would be you!…And stop laughing, damn you!"As she watched Vince laughing himself sick at her expense something occured to her. Vince knew about her Springfield arrest. How’d he know that? SHE certainly hadn’t told him, so who did?"How did you know I got arrested last night?"Oops…Vince realized he’d just made a crucial mistake and had a realizaton at the same time…she wasn’t as drunk as he’d thought she was. He refused to think she wasn’t as stupid as he thought she was simply because she had pissed away a marriage to a man that 99.99% of the heterosexual female population of the world would kill to be married to. He was still scratching his head over that, but that was beside the point at the moment. He had to think of a way to cover his ass…and quickly."Uh…well…you know…I’ve got my sources.""Sources? You? Yeah, right. Like you know anybody who doesn’t spend their days in the drunk tank and their nights face-down in the gutter. There are only 3 people who know I was arrested last night. Jane and Bill Pitt and their lying *******, rat-******* son Doug. I KNOW Jane would never stoop to calling you, so that rules her out. I also know that Bill wouldn’t waste his time bothering to rat me out. So that leaves the lying *******, rat-*******, soon to be dead-as-a-doornail, piece of **** Doug Pitt. I don’t even have to wonder how you know Doug. That ****** was here when Brad was working on ‘Mr. & Mrs. Smith’ and I KNOW he went to the set with Brad a few times. I cannot believe this ****!""You know, it’s funny…he speaks of you with the same warmth. By the way…he got quite a chuckle out of you thinking he has a crush on you. God knows I certainly did.""**** you!""Gee, you’re sure using that word a lot tonight…and yet it’s something that you’re so awful at I’m surprised you’d dare say the word in my company.""Oh, no, you don’t, buster! Don’t lay the bad sex at my feet! You’re the one who doesn’t know what they’re doing! Poke-poke, poke-poke! My gyno has better technique at my yearly pap smear!""Yeah…well…he’s probably having about as much fun as I did, too.""**** you, Vaughn. I don’t have to take this **** from you. Get the hell out of my house!""Yeah…yeah…in a minute…""Not in a minute *******…NOW!""Jennifer, believe me, there’s about a gazillion other places I’d like to be right now, but I need to tell you something and you need to hear it, so sit your skinny, over-tanned, drunk ass down so I can tell you and get the hell out of here while I still have a few active brain cells left! Jesus! Trying to talk to you is worse than trying to give a sperm donation! I can get it up, but it just ain’t any fun at all!""Out. Out. I want you out of my house and I want you out NOW!""Yeah…so you said. Look, just shut up and let me say this and then I’ll go.""Fine. Talk. And then get the hell out of here before I call the cops and have them throw your ass to the curb where it belongs!"Vince heaved a big sigh and decided he was just going to say it straight out so he could get it over with and leave before he wrung Jennifer’s neck. When he got home he was going to call Brad and ask him how the hell he’d put up with this **** for nearly 7 years! Daaayyyuummm! That man must have the patience of Job!"Angelina had the baby."Jennifer had defied Vince earlier and not sat down when he’d told her to. His words made her knees buckle and she fell on her butt in the middle of the room. "What? What did you say? Angelina had the baby? She can’t do that!""Uh…I know you avoided getting knocked up like it was the plague, but you do realize that at the end of the 9 month gestation period, the baby wants out of the womb…right? The little fuckers can’t stay in there forever, you know."Scrambling to her feet Jennifer started screaming at Vince, "Shut up! Just shut the **** up! That’s why you’re here? You came here to tell me that Brad’s ***** has had his spawn? Gee, how do I thank thee, let me count the ways!""You ******* ingrate. You know…I should’ve let Doug do this after all.""Whattayamean?"I mean I thought it would be easier coming from me than him. Hell, who am I kidding. I knew you were going to freak no matter who told you. That’s why I tried to get ahold of Court earlier…so she could tell you…and I’d be spared your histrionics.""I’m not histionic!""Jesus…did you go to school at all? It’s "hysterical" not "hystrionic".""And I don’t need you correcting my ******* English either! How the hell could Brad do this to me!""Excuse me, but I think you did "this" to yourself. All Brad did was move on with his life with another woman and finally has the family YOU didn’t want.""I can’t believe you’re saying these things to me! You’re supposed to be on MY SIDE!""Get over yourself, Jennifer. Why in the hell would I be on your side? You’ve spent the last year using me to make Brad jealous…didn’t think I’d noticed that, did you? The only problem though is that Brad doesn’t give a flying **** anymore what you do or who you do it with! And after spending a year with you I know why he feels that way because I feel the same ******* way! Everything is about you! Well, here’s a ******* newsflash for you….the world does not begin and end with you and your little piddley wants! Especially that Oscar want! Other people have feelings and wants, too. And MY FEELING is that I never WANT to see your face again. Now I’m getting the hell out of your house before your self-centeredness rubs off on me!"Jennifer wasn’t going to let Vince see how his words had affected her, so she did what she always did when her bluff is called…pretended she was better than everyone else. "Well…someone’s been holding that in for a while, now hasn’t he?""You’re damned skippy I’ve been holding that in for a while! And now that it’s out there, I’m outta here!"With those parting words vince turned on his heels and went out through the opened front door. Never once did he look back. And because he didn’t look back he didn’t see the look of alarm on Jennifer’s face. Jennifer couldn’t believe it. How the hell did she let Vince leave before she’d found out any details about the baby! Wait a second…was it black? The Star said it was Wyclef Jean’s baby, not Brad’s! Damn! There was stuff about that kid she needed to know! ****. I’m gonna have to wait for the People mag to come out to get the real story!****. Something else occured to Jennifer and she abso-*******-lutely could not believe it. She had just been dumped…again. And this time it was by someone who was BENEATH her in the Hollywood Hierarchy of Stars! How would she ever live that down? "Oooh…Oooh….I know…I’ll call Steven right away and tell him to start leaving tips with the tabloids that I’ve dumped Vince! Yeah! That’s what I’ll do. I can make this brat’s birth work to my advantage…I’ll get him to tell them that I wanted to start a family and Vince balked! Then everyone will see how much I wanted a baby and that BRAD was the only who didn’t want to have a baby with me! ******* *******."Pacing back and forth in front of the breakfast bar Jennifer continued to brainstorm ideas for turning the baby’s birth into a positive for her, "Oooh…and…then I’ll get Steven to send Cindy a big "Congratulations from Jennifer" note for Brad and his *****! Yeah…that’ll work. Everyone will say how much better I am than Brad and That ***** because I’m big-hearted enough to congratulate them on their brat! Sweeeeeettt! All I’ve got to do is go to a few "Break-Up" premiere’s and look valiant and the public will be eating out of my hands! God, that movie so totally sucks! But…with Brad’s rugrat being born people will feel sorry for me because it happened just before my movie opened…and they’ll go see my movie in droves and I’ll have a big, big, big, mega hit!"Jennifer jumped up and down, laughing giddily to herself as she made her plans. After "The Break-UP" made a few hundred million dollars producers would be knocking down her door to get her for their projects. YYYYEEESSSSSS!!!!!!! She was going to be a huge ******* movie star! And she’d do it all without Brad’s help. That’ll show everybody! "Hollywood, get ready, because I’m gonna knock your socks off!"THE END

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| #1982 CLINIQUA |That was great! There is a bookmaker in England, maybe stef knows about this, that has odds on: Will Angie/Brad adopt their next child or have a biological one!

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So this is where everyone is hiding. We have mutiple fics…this is sweet. Just my luck that I have to leave for a few hrs. WBBAny new fic from Bluaquame? Do we have to page her? Estelle is the paging system broken again?((((((((((((((((PAGING BLUAQUAME))))))))))

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So, Passing Through, how do you feel about the X? LOL That was GREAT!! It’s not usual to laugh so much while watching Meet Joe Black, but I sure was! Thanks again.

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Thanks PT…i think your fics about the x manipulation aptly describe the result of TBU….some people pity the x so they went and watched her movie…one of my co-workers said that his wife dragged him to watch the movie because the wife feels bad about the x esp. upon shiloh’s birth….the tactics of the TBU producers’ also work’s with bad reviews…..some people love underdog even if that underdog is not really an underdog….so we should never never underestimate the x…she’s very ambitious and manipulative…

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#2009 - GuliMerhabalar!I was very busily getting ready for the trip - shopping, getting little gifts for everybody , making arrangements for the dog, etc. then I suddenly had a terrible tooth infection four days ago - the same tooth for which I had had a root canal done a year ago. So thet will have to do a different dental procedure to treat it. I was going to wait till I got back from Turkey, but I can’t. It is painful, so we had to postpone our trip till end of July. I am so pissed. I have to be very patient. I guess bu iste hikmet var.As fot yout JJ withdrawal medication, I will ask my husband who is a physician. He is beginning to think that I am getting a bit obsessed about the BAMZS and that I probably need medication also.You must be so excited. I wish we had a house in Bodrum. They must be so expensive. How long have you been to Bodrum for the summers? Do you all go together? I hope you have a great time.

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# 2018 | jjoy LOL. Yeah, well, what can I say. X is just not one of my favorite people. I can totally see her using Shiloh’s birth to further her career…and then saying she did it all without Brad’s help. The woman is so freaking clueless that it’s scary.Also, you’ve gotta admit…Vince doesn’t get away unscathed. X got her jabs in there, too. If I’d put in all the stuff I was tempted to the darned story would’ve been twice as long!

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Cliniqua~ That was great, shi and Z are going to have their daddy rapped around their finger:).PT~ That was F’in hilarious, I needed a good laugh:)

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# 2010 | Passing Through-I love it.. you are so funny talented…I really like this one. LMAO…you can not stop…Thank you for the laugh and the stomachache and face is in pain because I laughed too much.