Wednesday, January 11, 2006
Ah, sad news from the world of entertainment, today. After years of slumming in third world---er, that is, lesser developed nations, Angelina Jolie has contracted some sort of parasite. Doctors estimate the host may survive the alien lurve chile rending its way out of her sylph-like body, no doubt in hopes of finding itself a square meal. I'm making a mental note to send that kid a chicken-fried steak with an extra helping of gravy, a side of string beans and hamhocks, and peach cobbler with ice cream. By the way, Brad Pitt enjoyed his cinematic peak in the extraordinary "True Romance," which I watched last night. As the thespian masterfully clutched his honey-bear bong, I thought "Wow, so life-like, so realistic. He must have studied pot-heads for this role. Good acting!"