Opinion: Angelina Jolie's Inner Thigh Tattoo Is The Most Important Mystery Of Our Time
LatestAngelina Jolie has a new tattoo, but she claims it’s “just for Brad.” My neighbor, Helen Peters, supermarket tabloid aficionado/conspiracy theorist, finds all of this fascinating and has written in to share her thoughts on the matter.
Ok, so, let me just start by saying I was already having a bad enough day because I had taken Albert—that’s my dog—out to poop on the same part of the yard he always poops on—okay, admittedly close to the mailboxes—and Alice Fishby from 18B, you know, the one with the green car and the unfortunate haircut, she came over and started screaming and I mean SCREAMING about this poop, like I wasn’t gonna pick it up. Don’t I always pick it up? I always pick it up. Even that time when Albert had the runs from that rawhide that Judy gave him for Christmas! I was down on my knees scooping that crap—excuse my language—into a Stop & Stop bag so I could throw it away, you know, properly dispose of it like the responsible citizen that everyone—except for Alice Fishby, apparently—knows that I am.
So anyway, I’m in a mood. Albert’s upset, you know, he hates yelling, and when you yell at dog after he poops it’s like yelling a child for pooping his diaper and we all know what happens to those children, right? They grow up and kill people and become spies and drug addicts and God knows what else because some stupid person yelled at them for you know, letting nature take its course. What is the matter with people? It’s just poop! And I picked it up! You know? God forbid Alice Fishby have to walk the five feet from her house to the mailbox and encounter nature along the way. You know what she should encounter? 20 minutes and a box of Clairol. She has more roots than a maple tree if you ask me but you know, to each his own, God loves us all the same.
So, anyway, after this all happened, poor Albert shaking like a leaf, I get my mail and I see in one of my magazines, you know how I love my magazines, that Miss Angelina Jolie—I call her Miss because she’s not married but I guess I mean maybe she prefers Ms.? Is that the thing? I don’t know. You could call me Captain Foolface if it meant I got to sleep next to Brad Pitt every night good Lord get out of here, right?! My God, what a beautiful man.