This is really not my style. I never post magazine pictures, because I find that shit lame. I leave that to the other celebrity bloggers, who feel all exclusve when they drop their photospreads of Mandy Moore or whoever the fuck they are in love with. I let them do what they do, and stick to what I do. The only issue is that I don’t really know what I do, other that tell stories. When I think of Angelina Jolie, the only story that comes to mind is one of this whore I used to know. She had an Aids baby too, only she didn’t adopt it, she gave birth to it. I remember the joke in the halfway house was that she was a philathropist/charitable person, you know helping the Aids baby out, but we were just doing that to take away from the depressing fact that she too had Aids and was gonna die. I guess that Aids baby story wasn’t so happy on a beautiful winter day, maybe I should tell the one about Angelina in Montreal before she went baby/UN crazy. It involves her buying a truckload of cocaine of this local dealer I know. She was a regular customer, I’m talking calling him at all hours of the night, for about 6 weeks she was here. You gotta love a cokehead turned world’s most inspirational big breasted woman.

Here are some pics of Angelina when she was 18, filled with teenage angst, before this Mother Theresa kick. You’re still that bright eyed, relatively fresh vaginally, addict of a whore to me, Jolie.

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