Facebook has a major case of the poo-butt. Everyone is heartbroken over the demise of Brangelina.
It’s the end of an era, like when the dinosaurs died out and you could no longer buy cars with 8-track players in the dash.
I wonder if they can return all those children? Probably not, but maybe if they still have the receipts. I mean, it couldn’t hurt to ask. Right?
One time, when I was 24, Angelina Jolie helped me get a job by marrying Billy Bob Thornton at the Little Church Of The West in Las Vegas. I didn’t work there, yet.
The chapel photographer assigned to the case shot a few extra rolls of film and sold the photos to The National Enquirer. This lead to her immediate termination and to my phone ringing with a job offer. So thank you, Angelina Jolie, I owe you one.
I don’t know why Billy Bob and Angie called it quits. Maybe because she kept rescuing children from atop floating doors? Who knows but here’s some ironic shit, Brad Pitt adopted all of Angelina’s adopted kids after they got married so technically he has to pay child support on them now.
In a similar situation my step-brother, Will, married a woman named Moonshine who was already pregnant with another man’s baby. When she had the baby, Will put his name on the birth certificate as the father even though his-dad-my-step-dad told him that was a sucker move and not to do it. Twenty-some years later, Will and Moonshine are still married and have so many damn kids that they have forgotten the first one’s name. Because he is confused about the nature of responsibility, Will has gotten really fat and miserable. We don’t communicate.
Facebook may have it’s panties all in a bunch but, personally, I’m not losing sleep over the status of celebrity marriages. Because why? Why should I care?
When I was going through hard times, getting divorced, neck-deep in financial shit, in serious danger of losing both my house and my car to foreclosure and under constant threat of multiple law suits, did Brangelina express their concern in any kind of way? Phone call? Facebook message? Condolence card? Dinner for two at Taco Bell? Were they there for me in my hour of need?
No, zero fucks given by Brangelina. I feel it’s only fair to reciprocate.