Every time I buy a few things for the refrigerator, I’m kinda forced to contemplate the seemingly tortured, sadly dysfunctional relationships of Brangelina and Tomkat. It’s genuinely sickening the way the tabs keep hammering away. I’d become a loyal customer of any sensibly- priced market that doesn’t stock them, just to avoid looking at those damn headlines.
I’ll admit to a deep-down rooting interest in wanting to see Katie Holmes break free, but that’s mainly because I’ve been brainwashed by the writings of anti-Scientology guy Mark Ebner. If I were Brad or Angie I’d commit to an absolute lifelong pact to stay together no matter what, just to be able to say “fuck you” to the tabs.
