Angelina Jolie Lips: Most Kissable In The World

Truely she is a special person, she is not afraid to show who she is, she lets her tears fall for the weak, forgotten,starving child. funny how over in the new world are children are obese too much food and across the small pond other children die from hunger

Her beauty is just too much to comment on! I’d turn for her in a heartbeat, knowing how authentic and dedicated she is to her family and those she cares for. Anyone who says otherwise needs to pry open their eyes and become enlightened to the vast humanity represented by this woman with character and depth. Enjoy the thought, BAMZSters, as Sir Brad has first dibbs on the lips. :)

Gorgeous to the utmost! I always adore her.

These are some most alluring pictures, with the most alluring lips.

I LOVE YOU ANGELINA

Those lips get top marks on us too. We like her a lot

What is really interesting is that beauty ideals differ amongst various cultures. Where I come from a woman with big eyes and small dainty lips is considered beautiful. The new generation can appreciate Anjelina’s luscious lips appeal but the older generations cannot. As exemplified by my mother’s comment,"What’s wrong with her lips?"

Hey yuck…are you the one spreading rumor about Angie’s herpes pregnancy rumor? I guess so. So jealous the Aniston got thin lips. JA’s lips doesn’t fit her wide face. And she got the thin lips because she has to cover her teeth when doing oral sex. JA IS A ***** YAH KNOW>

# 33 | stef |======================Thanks for the heads up,

# 45 | Anniston’s Oscar |========================I don’t even think I want to see JA in a TV commercial, not to mention a major motion pictire, I PASS..

Come on, guys, who else here would kiss her?!In a flash…and back for more. # 76 | Zeeee +++++++++++++++++++++Raising hand franticly,, ME ME ME.

yeah!!!!!!!! she’s the most kissable lips that’s why brad’s adore her aside from her humanitarian works

Disclaimer….ditto as in chapter 1, fictional, not real…blah blah blah…Chapter 2The PrizeLady Angelina was summoned to her father’s chamber, she thought about the incident this afternoon with Lord Hamlet of Denmark could pushed her father over the edge. She considered bursting into tears as soon as he opened his mouth, but quickly dismissed the notion, the merest hint of tears from her beautiful green eyes had been known to drop both Lords and Princes to their knees, but not her father.“ Come in Angie…” he father waved her near point to the chair near his bed. He has not being feeling well these past several days do to an old wound. “ You know, I’m an old man, nearly sixty, my tired bones creaked when I mount my favorite filly, old wounds returned with pain when the weather damp and moist….” pausing briefly, seemly to be searching for the right words “ I’ve done as well as I knew how by you, my only daughter…now it’s time for me to relinquish the burden to another man before I grew too feeble to stand between you and the line of suitors outside the castle wall…” She looks at her father faces, well worn with times, reaching out holding his hand, she gave him this look, the look of unconditional love, Lord Croft has to look away, because what he has to do next is to cause him greater pain than she will ever knows. “ I’ve arranged for tournament”….”another tournament?….Lady Angie jerked her head up, “ what shall the prize be?…the chance to drink mulled wine from my shoe? A song from my swan like throat? A kiss at my rabbit ears?…” her voices now raise with a hint of disappointment.“ NO!…YOU ARE TO BE THE PRIZE”…Lady Angie felt the blood in face drain away, she gazed down into her father’s care worn face “ Papa!” “silence!, I promised your mother on her death bed that you would be mary and marry you shall…If you’ve a quarrel with my judgment…you can go to the nunnery.” her father voice drift off ‘ most of girls of your age are long wedded with 2 or 3 babes at the hearth, what are you waiting for Angie?…you can not go to life mock the blessing of beauty god gave you..”She heard enough, she rose from the chair, walking across the stone floor. “ Blessing?..it is not a blessing, but a curse!, Angie don’t venture to the sun, you’ll taint your complexion….Angie don’ run you will cut your lovely skin…Angie don’t laugh to loud, you’ll strain your voices,…Angie don’t …father, men fawn over my voice, yet none listen to a word I’m saying, they praise the hue of my eyes, but never look into them, they…” her voice cracked “ …all they can see is this father my beautiful face, my plump and tempting breast, my striking pose…” Lord Croft looked at his daughter, her furious face with a slight blush. His daughter, angelic radiance of her profile, her black hair tumbled down her slender back, what an exquisite creature. He bowed his head, battling the pained that still instill in him, blaming his wife, Marcheline, for dying and leaving the precocious little girl to his care. Angie has passed directly from enchanting child with dimpled cheeks and tumbled curls to the grace of a woman grown, suffering none of the gawkiness that plagued girls in their teen years. Now she was rumored to be the fairest lady in all of England, all of Normandy, perhaps the world, strangers from the end of the earth in vain hope of catching a glimpse of her, but he only allow the wealthiest, most reputable nobleman to enter…..“ arrangement has already been made, the tournament will be in the 3 months.”.Lord James walked in as Lady Angelina sinking her knees in the seat beneath the window of her room, She gazing out the window, beyond the iron grille looking at the beautiful garden that her mother had build for her…her yearning to be free to roam the garden with her mother again. “ what are you waiting for Angie?” her brother asked. A fragrant breath of spring swept through her as she continued staring out the iron window, genuine tears pricked her eyelids. “ Oh James…what am I waiting for?"