Angelina Jolie is a Billion Dollar Babe

NO CANNES DO
*This fanfic is based on real life events and news reports - but is entirely a work of fiction. Some of you may recall that both Brad and Angelina attended Cannes in 2004. It was also widely reported that Angelina did indeed elect to not attend an important star studded soiree. Speculation was that she decided not to add to the tabloid rumor mill by being at the same function with Brad and Jennifer Aniston.

“Give me a break!”

To be continued…(Part 2 of 4 will be posted later today)
NO CANNES DO
PART II
“What do you mean you’ve changed your mind?” Brad said, beyond irritated.
“Well, gee - nice to know you’re so thrilled,” Jennifer said, pretending to be hurt.
He wondered why he didn’t see her disingenuousness in the first year or two of their marriage. Right now, it was as obvious as the day was long that Jen was being spiteful. She knew things hadn’t been the best between them in the last few months. Prolonging the trip and attending the party was only her perverse desire to thwart a possible meeting with Angelina - not any real desire to be with him. If he had thought otherwise, he wouldn’t feel so angry.
“Do whatever you want Jen,” Brad said resignedly, his spirits falling.
“Honey, don’t you think in light of every tabloid in the country touting your supposed affair with your co-star, it might be better if you went to the reception tonight with your wife?” Jen said scornfully.
“Oh, is that why you’re going tonight, because of the tabloid press? You know Jen, you really shouldn’t waste your time pouring over that garbage - there are more important things in life,” Brad bit out derisively, then continued, “I’m going to Eric’s, I’ll see you tonight,” and with that Brad left the villa, leaving Jen to wonder if she had done the right thing. ____________________________________
Brad had been circumspectedly perusing the packed ballroom of the Grand Lysee Hotel for the last 15 minutes. Jen had long since wandered away unable to put up with his distraction, and now sat chatting with producer extraordinaire, Sheree Lansing, probably angling for another silly rom-com feature. Brad shook his head.
Where was she? He wondered. Did she have to fly home unexpectedly? Was Mad okay? He thought about asking some of her friends who were also attending, but didn’t want to sound like an anxious suitor.
After about 15 more minutes of torture — having to converse with everyone who had gravitated towards him, from his own cast and crew to most of the movers and shakers in the ballroom, he cleanly extricated himself from the intense shop-talk, with his usual everyman sense of humor and homespun charm. He was determined to find Angelina. Predictably he spotted Colin Farrell holding court at the bar, and decided to shake him down. If anyone knew where Angie was, that hounddog did.
In ordinary circumstances he figured he’d get along famously with the little bugger, but each of them had their antennae out for other males honing in on Jolie, and as such, were very wary of each other. He, in particular felt constrained as he was married - what right did he have to stop Colin from chasing after Angie? None. But he was doing it anyway.
Colin, having a Guiness with a bevy of adoring beauties, watched Brad’s approach with a smirk. His attendant ladies all started to twitter excitedly, and by the time Brad got within five feet they were literally humming like bees, assorted ‘Oh MY GOD!’s’ were heard through Farrell’s harem. Colin immediately removed himself, and decided to meet Pitt halfway, no way was he going to be humiliated by his groupies knocking him down and then stepping all over his prone body to get to ‘BRAD.’ *******, why couldn’t he enter his 40’s like most blokes, with a fat gut and a bald head, Colin thought to himself, he’s a ******’ freak o’ nature that one.
“5, 4, 3, 2 — Ahhhh, Pitt me fine **** — I timed it perfectly!” Colin grinned like the devilish leprechan he was.
“Timed what, *******?” Brad said laconically, and smiled back good-naturedly.
Colin lifted a wicked eyebrow, that said ‘COME. ON.’ like no one else. “Now Bradley, I know I’m irresistable but do ya really expect me to believe you’re here to inquire about MY good health?”
Blarney and malarkey was not this midwestern boy’s form of expression, and it was hilarious to see them both in action and about to butt heads. The preening cocksure run-off-at-the-mouth Irishman, and the Missouri born and bred plain speaking American who figured why use 20 words when 3 would do — words like, “Where is she?” Brad said them with such intensity, even Colin was wont to prolong the guy’s misery.
“She’s in her room Brad, with her son. Angel that she is, she thought it best to not create a commotion when she heard you were coming,” Colin shrugged, then bulldozed on, “Can you believe it man? An actress who doesn’t want overwhelming publicity and attention?! The woman is a ******* walking dreamboat of a saint, I tell ya! Why if she –”
“Shut up,” Brad impatiently interrupted Farrell’s Irish stream of horny consciousness. “She told me she’d be here.”
Colin seeing the small bit of hell in Studley McGoldenboy’s eyes, decided to act like an adult, and hoped to God Angel wouldn’t be pissed at him. She had long ago confided her feelings about Brad to him, much to Colin’s wonderment and consternation - the last thing a randy young bloke wants to hear is a woman he’s got a constant hard-on for, talking about some other dude.
When Colin got over the humiliation, he found himself actually touched that Angie wanted his opinion. He whipped out his phone, and started to dial Angelina’s room number. “That was before she heard you and your wife would be here together,” Colin, couldn’t help emphasizing the word ‘wife,’ more than just a little, he wasn’t going to lie down and totally play dead. “She didn’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable, okay? Namely your ball & chain. Rumors are rife in the industry and press and she knew the three of you in the same room would be a ******* circus.”
Brad heard Colin’s words, and once more Angelina’s selflessness undid him. She was simply a better person than most in the room, particularly him - a wave of guilt washed over Brad that Angie was more concerned about his wife these days than he was. He laughed somewhat dejectedly, and remarked, “She’s right…as usual.”
Colin laughed and smacked the taller man on his shoulder in an attempt at solidarity, “I tell her all the time she’s got to quit that nasty ******’ habit.”
Brad sadly smiled to himself, and blindly turned away consumed with her even more than he had been at the outset of the evening if that was even possible. Colin finished dialing, caught Brad’s arm, and pressed his cell into his hand, then sauntered off looking for a tall and a short of Irish whiskey.
“Hello?” Angelina’s voice was a bit husky w/ the remnants of laughter - Brad’s breath hitched in his throat at the sound. He thought he could detect a slight breathlessness on her part as well, and it bothered him that he immediately envisioned Angie engaged in some type of amorous loveplay. He was slowly losing his mind, it was official.
“Where are you?” Brad as usual, cut to the chase.
“Brad?! I-I’m in my room…” Angelina, shocked out of her shoes at the voice on the other end of the line.
“Ha! No, you’re room number Angie - I’m coming up to see you,” he said determinedly.
“What? Brad wait - no, you can’t!” Angelina, was truly breathless now.
“Why? Did I interrupt something?” He said softly.
“Yes - I mean No! I mean, yes –” Angelina was truly flustered.
Brad had gone from suspicious to amused, back to suspicious. “Honey, you sound a bit rattled - I think I should come up and check on you.” He decided at that moment, he’d find her if he had to personally cover every floor shouting her name.
“What I mean is, yes you interrupted Mad and me getting ready to go to the beach, and NO - it wasn’t something salacious which is what you were thinking…satisfied?” Angie said, more than a bit hurt, “and I don’t think coming to my hotel room is a good idea.”
“Why?!” Brad said plaintively, then continued, “I’m coming to see my colleague and friend and the most adorable kid I know….”
Angelina was warming to the idea, “Thanks Bra –”
“….and Maddox the second most adorable kid I know.” He laughingly interrupted.
“Shut up! Now you’re really not coming up!” Angie was laughing as she said this, and Brad knew he was in.
“What’s the number honey?” Brad said cajolingly.
“666,” Angie said.
“Stop it!” Brad laughed.
“What? It’s perfect, I’m the devil woman stealing America’s tv sweetheart’s husband away.” She replied dryly.
“Come on, for real - what is it?” Brad’s insistence grew.
“007,” she said, having fun now, and not about to make it easy for him.
“Stop playing games Miss Puss.y Galore,” he remarked dryly.
Angelina screamed with laughter. She always had such fun with him. God!
“Mommy, Mommy what’s wrong?” Brad heard little Mad in the background.
“Nothing honey, Brad just told me a good joke,” she put the phone back at her ear.
“Brad! Brad! I want to talk to Brad - can he come see us? Can he Mommy?! Is he here at the hotel?!” Maddox was bouncing off the walls.
“That’s it honey, give up the digits - he’s gonna drive you nuts if you don’t,” Brad laughed.
“Room 2840,” Angie said shyly.
“Truly? Okay, I’ll be up in 5!” Brad said, almost as excited as little Mad.
Colin had sat there, nursing whiskey, watching the play of every emotion a man in love could have, and then some. Pitt’s goose was cooked. He was toasted, smoked, braised, and garnished. “Uh, Brad, me phone please?” he said good-humoredly, as Brad unconsciously began to pocket it and start off.
“Sorry man, and listen uh - thanks for helping me out,” Brad said, genuinely sincere.
Colin nodded in solidarity, “Hey - I’ve been where you’ve been, I know the havoc she can cause,” he said wistfully, a few sails to the wind.
“Are you in love with her?” Brad asked, as serious as a heart attack.
“Isn’t everybody?” Colin said playfully.
“That’s not an answer,” Brad stuck his jaw out with the next question, “and I don’t even want to know how you got her room number,” he said, looking Colin dead in his eye, needing him to be straight for once.
Farrell bristled, “You know, I think you better get going, it’s clear to me you need to spend a little bit more time with Angie…I don’t think you really know her…”
“I know her as well as you do pal!” Brad was angry now, “I’m just not trying to get in her pants every 15 seconds.”
“No, just every 30 seconds, you’re a little older than me.” Colin said smirking once again.
“**** you! I wouldn’t do that to her, not while I’m married,” Brad said quietly seething, his clenched jaw a warning sign to Farrell to back off.
Which he wisely did, “Hey-hey! I know you’re a good bloke, and that you..care..for Angie - believe me, I wouldn’t have called her if I thought otherwise.”
“Ugh, don’t make me have to thank you again dude - it’s turning my stomach,” Brad slapped him on the back, and turned towards the elevators…
“You owe me one,” Colin replied.
“Okay, here’s one - no more home videos, that’s not your best angle,” Brad cracked.
Colin almost choked on his whiskey, “Oh - haha pretty boy!” he laughed sarcastically, envying Brad Pitt in more ways than one.
NO CANNES DO
Part III
Angie grew more anxious by the minute. If the tabloids and ratzies had tailed Brad to her suite of rooms, it would be a catastrophe for all concerned. She couldn’t believe he was risking getting caught just to see her for a brief moment in time away from the madness of Cannes.
She took a deep breath, and decided she would take it on it’s face, a visit from a colleague, and even though they both knew otherwise deep down, it would go unspoken. They would savor the few minutes they had together and enjoy each other like they had done every day before the break in filming….Brad, Maddox and Mommy. Friends.
That simple descriptor was belied by the shot to the solar plexus that almost felled her when she picked up the paper this morning. As Angelina had glanced at the Cannes Film Festival Daily News, a pain literally shot through her heart at the site of Brad and his attractive TV star wife Jennifer Aniston on the red carpet.
‘****,’ she thought, her eyes blurring with moisture — what was happening to her? Her hands shaking a bit, and eyes misty, she swallowed deeply and forced herself to look closer. Jennifer was dressed in a white gown with gold embroidery that matched perfectly highlighted coiffed hair which flowed over her shoulders. Tan skin and assorted diamonds completed the premiere ready visage. Helplessly, Angelina’s eyes gleamed onto Brad — his male beauty never failing to stun, he put everyone there in the shade, including his wife.
It wasn’t only the combination of rugged male beauty and youthful vigor that was so potent to her - but more than that, it was the man…the man she *knew* way down in her soul - sometimes it felt like she had always known him and he, her. That was how deep their connection had been from the outset. His authenticity spoke to her - he was so comfortable in his skin…and more than that, he seemed the opposite of most men she had known to date, including her Dad. Rather than being ‘out for self,’ as most people in the industry were, he was one of the most generous and warm people she had met to date in the business, and maybe in life. It emanated from him. He made her want to do nice things for him - to make him happy, to please him — as he was always doing that for others it seemed.
Smiling she recalled her first week on set, Brad’s luxury trailer was the picture of excess he had said, much too large - and with amenities he had absolutely no need for. He had immediately called to send it back, until he learned that she, Maddox and her assistant Holly were holed up in a trailer half that size.
He not only turned it over to them - he had it stocked with toys and popsicles for Mad. Angie was so incredibly touched at the gesture, she and Mad had made a foot-high ‘Thank You’ card for Brad that he proceeded to frame and hang on the door of his trailer, much to Mad’s delight….and hers.
She smiled remembering. Then, her smiling fading, she looked a little closer at the photo. It was clear that her friend was in pain. The fun-loving soul she knew was absent from this red-carpet picture, the mischievous carefree twinkle in his eyes, she had come to know, was gone. “Brad…” she whispered longingly, her thumb caressing the picture.
To the average unaware onlooker, their ‘Golden Couple’ pose was a familiar one. It had been seen countless hundreds of times over the years — Brad escorting Jen, her arm hooked onto his - both making their way to or from some industry event. This was no different.
To Angelina, they were together for all intents and purposes. She needed to grow up, and put her silly day dreams away - though she wished for Brad’s happiness and whatever that entailed, she refused to find herself rooting for the end of a marriage.
She was not like the many women who had successfully lured her Dad away from her Mom. Brad had to seek his own happiness, and make his own decisions separate and apart from what he thought was the promise of her. End of story.
This morning, after seeing those images, Angelina had been prepared to do what she had to do to steel her and her child’s heart against the growing affection, steady companionship - and yes, love, that had bloomed and taken root for one William Bradley Pitt over the last 4 months.
She’d gently explained to her baby that soon the film would be complete, and that Brad had his own house to go back to in another town far away. For good measure, she also added that he would one day have a family to care for just as Mommy cared for him, and so very soon the movie would finish and ‘we won’t be able to see Brad, as often as before.’
She was unprepared for Mad’s loud ‘No!’ and jumped a bit at the big voice that came out of her tiny boy. He had never yelled at her. Seeing his Mommy’s surprise startled him, and he began to cry.
“Shhhhh, it’s okay baby, shhhhh - I know how you feel about Brad…I do…Mommy really likes him too,” she crooned, tears gathering in her own eyes, while smoothing his baby fine shiny crop of hair.
“B-but he told me we’d be friends forever,” Mad said, through muffled tears.
Angie’s expression changed to one of consternation. Brad should have known that wasn’t possible. Did he think Jennifer was going to come along with the three of them on play dates? He sure wasn’t making this easy for her to deal with after the film wrapped. In that moment she considered not bringing Mad to the set once filming recommenced. She would not have him torn up like this over a man that would not be in his life.
“It’s okay Madness, it’s okay…” she kissed the top of his head.
“He lied Mommy,” Mad grumbled, his full bottom lip quivering, and a frown marring the angelic sweetness of his face — he was living up to his name, she thought.
“No baby, listen to me — Brad wouldn’t lie to you — look at me..” she tilted his little chin up that had been buried in her chest, “He wouldn’t…sometimes people are so nice and so wonderful that they don’t like disappointing those they care about. That’s how Brad is.”
Mad had worn himself out from crying and had fallen asleep on her chest, his small body curled into hers. She carried him to bed, and placed a kiss on his forehead.
When the knock came, she wasn’t prepared — seeing him would be too much…she worried at what she might do, every instinct telling her to launch herself into his arms….Angelina felt as if she was moving in slow-motion, she threw the latch and open the door.
Brad’s conspiratorial broad smile wavered and his ready greeting faltered at the sight of her, “Angie?” he said in a rush, stepping into the room, and reaching out to pull her close, “what is it honey…what’s happened?!” His concern and anxiety were palpable in the rush of words.
Angelina, was almost in shock at the sudden nearness of him. Gasping she pulled back, her hands braced on his broad chest, “N-nothing, I’m fine — really Brad,” she said hushed, trying not to wake Mad.
“Why are you crying then?” He said, not believing her.
“Cry-, what?!” Angie was surprised, she didn’t remember crying. Defensively she responded, “I’m not - I…”
Brad, ignored her, kept his hold firm, and gently spun her towards the full length ornate mirror in the foyer. For the first time she saw what he saw…
Brad couldn’t let go, and just stared. Impossibly beautiful already, her fragility, quiet sadness and tear stained cheeks reflected back in the mirror, made him weak in the knees. Her lips were red and full from the salty tears, her long hair mussed, and that dress..Dear God..this sundress or whatever it was, was off one slender shoulder…he wanted to pick her up, walk off with her and disappear forever. His blue eyes held Angie’s, and his arms were now casually draped around her impossibly small waist, patiently awaiting her answer. It was clear to him, she was surprised at what she was seeing as well.
Angie’s hands flitted across his muscular forearms crossed low on her abdomen, that she was wont to remove. “I didn’t know…what I looked like….God, I’m a mess,” she remarked.
Brad stared at her in shock - she couldn’t possibly be serious, “Ha - you’re joking…right?”
Did she not know how exquisite she was? He shook his head in wonderment.
“I talked to Mad about us, I-I mean…about you…and he got upset…I’m such an idiot - it was the wrong time. I was…just…trying to prepare him, but now I’ve probably ruined this whole trip…” Angelina’s voice broke and she dropped her head.
“What did you tell him Ange?” Brad held his breath.
Angie took a deep, sad breath, “That one day soon…the film would wrap, and that we wouldn’t see you as much anymore…” Brad grimaced, his heart had contracted.
“Angie….why…why’d you tell him that?” He said intently, looking into her eyes in the mirror, his cheek against her hair.
“Because it’s true Brad…and..because I looked at that,” she waved at the newspaper lying on the table in the foyer, “….and I selfishly allowed my hurt feelings to impact him….” She turned in his arms, and fresh tears welled in her eyes, “That hasn’t happened before, ever…and it’s because of you,” she abruptly pulled out of his arms.
He missed her immediately.
“Jen and I are over,” he remarked matter of factly.
“No!” Angie hoarsely whispered, her face crumpling, as she backed away from him, “No…not because of me..not because of me…” she said shaking her head.
“Listen, listen to me…it’s not - it’s NOT, Angelina….Jen and I have been over for a long time - most people that know anything about us know that,” Brad waited for her stricken face to ease, then quietly continued, “I’m not going to lie and tell you I don’t intend to be with you…” he chuckled self-deprecatingly, “Well, that is…if you’ll have me one day…but honey, I’m not the kind of man who’s love goes by the wayside over someone else. I want to make sure you understand something, I’m the last person to break my promises in a relationship. Don’t get me wrong - I’m not blameless - neither one of us lived up to our vows. In my book, that’s a draw. My marriage has been broke for a long time baby, it just…has — and for a lot of other deeper reasons and issues than you Ms. Jolie,” he smiled bittersweetly, willing her to smile also, “It was only a matter of time honey.”
Angie was afraid to hope…Just then, a bleary eyed little boy appeared in the doorway, “Brad!” running he leaped into Brad’s arms, and hugeed him tightly around the neck, “I told you Mommy…I told you..I TOLD YOU…he promised!” Angie laughed, and ruffled her baby’s hair, she felt one strong arm snake around her waist and felt those loving eyes on her.
Not trusting herself to meet them quite yet, she placed her head on Brad’s broad shoulders, and then hugged both her men hello.
NO CANNES DO
Part IV
“God your hair smells good,” Brad said, low in his throat - still hugging them both.
Maddox grabbed a fistful of Angie’s shiny brown hair, and sniffed hard, scrunching his little face up, at which Brad and Angie looked at him, then at each other and promptly dissolved into laughter.
“Okay, enough about me and my hair you two,” Angelina disengaged, and pinched Maddox’s thigh at which he giggled and thrashed and Brad lowered him to the ground.
“I gotta show you somethin’, Mad said excitedly, before running off to his room, “be right back!”
Brad grinned widely, watching his swift little feet disappear down the hallway.
Angie, watching Brad watch her son, felt her heart swell. She had seen this look before, and wondered at the yearning she could see behind the smile.
Brad could feel her eyes on him, the intensity of her gaze and the emotion in the room was palpable. Unable to help himself - he, looked down at the floor, rocking back and forth on his heels, then stupidly, and insanely asked the question that had been ricocheting in his mind all evening.
“So, uh - how is it that Farrell knows your room number?”
He heard his own voice asked the question, heard Angie’s slight gasp, and wanted to punch himself in his own nuts - he literally couldn’t believe himself. What. the. ****.
Brad let his head fall back, and shoved his fists in his pockets, angry at himself, but nevertheless whipping his hot blue gaze in Angelina’s direction, waiting for an answer.
At that moment she realized just how deeply they were involved, it was as if they had no control over their own actions anymore - it was a dangerous time. Thank God they weren’t alone. She would not let regrets ruin what they would become, by encouraging his sexual jealousy, and perhaps pushing them into a physical relationship before it was time. If they had both been single, she may have been delighted, and perhaps toyed with him a bit - making him sweat, before laughingly, teasingly and lovingly assauging his need to know. But this was no time for games….his need was too raw…his uncertainty too evident…his exasperation at himself no laughing matter….
Angelina, softly padded over to him, took the arm that had been jammed into his pocket, it’s broad strong fist tight with frustration, and uncurled it. Brad dropped his head at her actions, and just listened.
In the quiet dulceted tone of her voice, she began, “We ran into each other at the Du Monde breakfast this morning, and didn’t have time to talk before the press conferences started. He told me he’d see me tonight at the ball, and I said I wouldn’t be there, that Mad & I were staying in - he asked for my room number, came up early this afternoon and visited with Mad & I for about an hour…we -”
“Okay, okay, okay,” Brad interjected softly, stopping her. A fleeting painful grimace crossed his face, before he leaned down and briefly touched his forehead to hers, before whispering hoarsely, “I’m sorry - sorry, I asked the question, sorry you felt you had to answer me - being a jealous ******* is new to me,” he gave a self-deprecating groan.
Brad’s hand lay relaxed over hers now, his tension gone. Angie briefly touched lips to the back of his hand, and gently laughed, “I can tell, it’s okay.”
“Thank you,” Brad said, a sexy smirk on his face, but meaning every word. It was amazing she seemed to know what he needed, and never hesitated in giving it to him.
Just then the rapid pitter patter of tiny feet beat up the hallway, “Found it!!” Mad yelled — “Lookit Brad, it’s the fish they made of Mommy for Shark’s Tale!” Maddox was dragging a huge Lola fish behind him, distinguishable by the enormous red lips and long hair, the sloe-eyes were all Angie as well.
Brad started laughing his ass off and soon little Mad joined in! “It’s an amazing likeness! My God!” Brad said chuckling, handling the Angie fish.
Mad kissed his Mommy fish on the head, still giggling.
Angie picked up Mad and began to tickle him, “Are you laughing at my fish face Mister?!” Mad squealed and giggled, “Are you?! Hunh?!” Angie was relentless.”Hahahahah! Mommieeeee!! Brad’s laughing too, you gotta tickle him now!” Mad laughed uproariously, gasping for breath.
Angie stopped and looked at Brad, who was smiling devilishly, Angie gulped audibly, and shyly replied, “Honey, I don’t think Brad’s ticklish, it wouldn’t be a good form of torture.”
Brad chuckled low in his throat, his eyes eating her up, then when Maddox wasn’t looking, he mouthed the words “chickenshit,” to which a suddenly flushed Angie secretly promised retribution of another kind, in another time and place.
He couldn’t wait.

I loved the movie, Angelina was very good in it. I hope she wins something as well as the others. Clint E. for sure will win for his film. Just the other day a troll said the movie was a total flop, well just goes to show they don’t know anything of importance besides spew hate.
This must make everyone very happy seeing their movie doing well.

@ serena

while you are whining on angelinas thread,aniston is enjoying lots of GOLDEN SHOWERS WITH MAYER!WHY DONT YOU CELEBRATE HER LOVE WITH MAYER INSTEAD OF MAKING ANGELINA MORE POWERFULL BY GOOGLING HER NAME THROUGH THE ENTIRE NET?

Haters troll are so predictable and damn idiot.
When Brad is not smiling, he is not happy.
Brad is smiling, he is faking that smile.
Brad and Angie not seen together, impending separation.
Brad and Angie seen together, for PR, photoop, fake.
Angie not seen with her children, bad mother.
Angie seen with her children, photoop , for PR !
Shiloh is not seen, Angie hate Shiloh
Shiloh seen, Angie hate her adopoted kids, and for PR.

What else ?

Actually WITH new pics , THE presence of Brad looks more like business. If after those comments by JA , He wouldn’t show , MEDIA would go CRAZY ! So he is THERE because he HAS TO.

Aren’t pics SO OBVIOUS? He would rather be anywhere but THERE with Angelina , So did Angelina. They both LOOK so damn UNHAPPY.

And Angelina sound very Angry and disappointed BY Brad. She was talking about MARRIAGE one month ago. BUT NOW SHE IS NOT SURE. ISn’t the problem so damn OBVIOUS?

serena–honey bunch–I gave you two of very many gorgeous pix…BUT sweetie… you are the one who is desperate B/C Brad and Angie have been together for FOUR YEARS and have SIX GORGEOUS KIDS!!! and your idol is with peeboy…and her DOGS!!! Keep on dreaming… unless you get help you will get even more delusional and frankly I sort of feel sorry for you….GET HELP!!!

That’s right Angie, don’t talk about your family. Be like Nicole Kidman, Reese, Katie, all these women who don’t gush about their children and partners(right!!!). Just be quiet so Poor eternal victim Jen will not rush out and buy the magazine. We don’t want to upset poor Jen while she is being pissed on. Jen can brag about her many men, their attributes and what great lovers they are (see Vinny, Paul, Peeboy) but Angie cannot talk about her partner of 4 years and their adorable children. Hens are a trip.

Serena @ 11/17/2008 at 7:49 pm

Angelina has always said that she nor Brad are against marriage but that they started backwards by having a family first (which they both see as a greater commitment to each other and the kids) so it’s not that big a deal if they get married.

Nothing has change it what she says in that interview

Just heard a news anchor on one of the tv channels say the following: “Last week was not a good week for x.” He said her name, I won’t. He said that she had low ratings on 30 Rock, and on Oprah. Low ratings on Oprah is the kiss of death. No more pity parties on Oprah. Peace

TABLOIDS WILL REPORT THAT UPCOMING BRANGELINA WEDDING IS WHAT IS DRIVING ANISTON OVER THE EDGE.

It’s coming up, a wedding — and Jen Aniston is freaking out. That’s why she is paying John Mayer to hang in until Marley & Me promotions end post X-mas holidays, that’s also why she is digging up a dead horse and beating him all over again.

The Mayer ‘relationship,’ is hanging on by a thread, he was coerced by their shared publicists, because Aniston wants to be seen as being ‘with,’ someone when the universe explodes around the Brangelina nuptials.

It will be in the tabloids this week, that that is why she is going nuts, and is becoming increasingly unstable as evidenced on Oprah.

One tabloid report will have John Mayer upset that she can’t get over Brad and Angelina, and will recount her devastation about the wedding, said to be taking place in Missouri sometime in the next 3-6 weeks.

Reports will have Brad & Angelina marrying and going completely under the radar. It’s possible the public won’t find out until after it happens. but the tabloids are even now trying to contact businesses that may be handling ‘events,’ in Miz. They’ve gotten some incredible scoops, some are going on record.

You know there’s more to life then these 2 people. They lie they cheat and you all cadone this behavior.
Jen did nothing wrong ,didn’t no about these things. Your all upset uncool of what was said. I think Jen was being very polite.

Angie and Brad for the 1st time both had botox look horrible there face don’t move .Love angie’s Hair extensions though..
Goodnight enjoy fighting.

ps the tigress was one of the 5 main characters in the movie,lol, not a cameo.

Night ladies. Nothing Trollops type here or whiny Misses Peebody says/does will ever take away from Angelina&Brad+6.
In fact it will bounce back in her/their direction*be it now 2 years from now..whenever* Its really true ‘you reap what you sow’.
Angelina is a lovely woman Inside&Out .
Thats that. Brad&Angelina+6 are a Family .. a done dotta..
Night & take care.
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You are today where your thoughts have brought you;
you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you.