Brad's Pitt is in the S***

I don't read magazine articles, I have a mole who can transport himself to anywhere at anytime. He caused me to feel good today! Apparently, Brad, the great woman's fantasy man, and loved on My Space etc, is sleeping on the couch, and now, Angelina want to sleep with other men! How cool is that!  It makes a frog like me rejoice when I know that Brad's s***m (sperm...that's not a dirty word) manufacturing plant, like mine, is comparable to a British car manufacturing plant that has a few fields full of cars they can't sell. I wonder , if like me, he has to empty the field on regular occasions just to be able to see and function as a normal human. if you don't do that, the Nitrous Oxide (for that's what it is...and that's why those cars go so fast) floods your body and sends you mental. That's why dogs, eyes bulging and tongues hanging out  (similar facial expressions to being hanged) attack human legs and lampposts and things; I feel so so sorry for them, because most of the time they get pulled off and told to behave? Behave!? it's a dog, with an urge. You'll notice though that when the B***h is on heat, no such restraint is necessary, cos as usual, they just stand round.... how unfair. No wonder male dogs fight so much .."I'm really miffed that I have no right arm and hand, wanna fight!"...you hear only barking.

I wonder if Brad has got violent recently, and I wonder if he will crack when Angelina brings someone home (If she does, I hope they're really ugly). Get the five fingered girlfriend out Brad...it has served me well.