Monday, June 7, 2010

Brad Pitt is probably too exhausted to shave.

First of all - 50 followers with nary a giveaway! Thanks, you guys!  I am truly humbled that fives of you exist willing to tolerate me. I've been a little swoony over it, feeling sorta popular and everything. Apparently, word has gotten out that I'm all cool now, because suddenly this is in my inbox:

Mmhm, That's right. Angelina wants ME to join Facebook AND be her friend. Well, I'm sorry, Little Miss Thang, but homewreckers piss me off. You're just going to have to depend on your gaggle of children and Jennifer Aniston's husband* to keep you company. Maybe Octomom would like to be your friend.  *Yeah, I know. It was years ago and Jennifer's over it. I'm not.

So I delete her invitation,  move on happily with my life, work a little, eat a little cereal, throw in a load of laundry and come back to the inbox to find this:

Really? Aren't the Beatles kind of broken up right now?  Oh, and also? GEEZ. Angelina, leave me alone, dude.  There's something to be said for being persistent, but seriously. It's sort of overkill.  Okay, I get it. You like me. Understandable. I make a mean lasagna, my beer fridge is always full, I know a sh'load of Helen Keller jokes. Basically, I'm fun at parties. True dat. But I do not want to be your friend, Ange.

Is it that you think I'd be a good babysitter? I do live close to some good restaurants you and Brad might want to drop in on. that's it. You've heard my husband shaves his head, so you're thinking we've got a razor sturdy enough for whatever the hell it is growing on Brad's face. Well, sorry. I'd prefer to not subject any of our appliances to your husband's dreadlocked beard-thingy. Even the dogs' Furminator is off-limits, sister. And don't even think about dulling the weed-wacker, I need it for the yard.

I bet Brad didn't even like you in the first place, but you just kept emailing him until he gave in. Well it won't work with me, Ms. Needy Needington. I've got standards. And 50 other friends. So there.


  1. You're awesome, I knew that right away, and you'd have 10,000 followers, if people would remember to follow.

    THey just click, read, then leave. (ahem..not speaking of me..) But I'm, I mean, we're getting smarter out here, and remembering to follow.

  2. Man, I can no longer be your friend now you're moving in royal Hollywood circles. :) Who can compete with old pillow lips there? I feel inadequate.

    Also, I follow you but I'm not on the list because I use a Reader, not the Google follow option. So i'm like a sort of secret stalker who just pops up now and then going "BOO!" and telling you what colour underwear you're wearing.

    Sort of.

  3. So, think that's some kind of Angelina virus thing going on? Nah, I'm sure she's just as needy as you say and found your blog and really wanted to be part of the in crowd. I bet she doesn't even drink beer!

  4. Ha! I love the tie-in with Brad's beard. Brilliant!

  5. The Eagles wrote Desperado about her.

  6. Dude, Claudia is a genius. Angelina + VIRUS. See? That explains everything. Literally, everything.



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