January 13, 2005

No Glamor At All

One of my associates, a young, very pretty girl, said to me yesterday, "Can you believe it about Brad and Jen? Is there no hope for anyone?"
I thought about telling her that I've been married for 20-something years, and that her co-worker across the way has been married for 30-something, but after a moment's comtemplation realized that she's envisioning a palace of love and wouldn't be interested in our hovels.

Posted by floridacracker at January 13, 2005 07:05 PM

   



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Plus everyone knows love died the day Billy Bob and Angelina called it quits.

Posted by: fad at January 13, 2005 07:43 PM

I never cease to be amazed that anyone gives a shit about the tiresome daily activities of celebrities; the only way this whole episode should be newsworthy would be if Brad had to have a gerbil surgically removed, and Jen moved in with a moose in retaliation- and even then it would be marginal. There's an awful lot of idiots out there who need to get lives.

Posted by: PB at January 13, 2005 07:57 PM

True.
Mr. Cracker has never carried my blood in a locket.
He does take care of all the things I can't cope with, but I'm pretty disappointed about the locket deal.

Posted by: Donnah at January 13, 2005 07:59 PM

Did she cry herself sick when Princess Di was visciously murdered by the paparazzi too?

Posted by: James at January 14, 2005 10:54 AM

She's a sweet girl. I just thought it odd that this break-up translated into "no hope for anyone" for her.

Posted by: Donnah at January 14, 2005 12:37 PM

She should be happy: Brad's on the market now. And Jennifer has another shot at me.

Posted by: James at January 15, 2005 01:39 AM