I was gone for a while and for good reason.
I was sick and tired of being broke.
My wallet was shrinking.
My waist was doing likewise.
Energy? It came from blue and silver cans.
I couldn't take it....
so i packed up all my nothing and infiltrated the Pitt-Jolie compound as their newest son.
All in all they live a pretty normal existence; Home theatre with stadium seating inside of a stadium made of recycled set pieces from Lars Von Triers "Dogville" (very avant garde), Crown molding made of crowns, Sub-Zero refrigerator with Keith Cooke frozen inside, Panic room, Calm room, The room we were never EVER allowed to go in no matter how loud the screams for help were.........
The drawing room, the sketch room (unfinished), the doodle room, scribble room, elbow room, leg room, the "you are now free to move about the cabin" room, The room of endless tears (piso mojado mo'fucka), and my favorite The Danger Room! They actually live next to Professor Xavier's lesser known "School for the Gifted and Extra Extra Special". The children have powers like; "Mahtadanman" (Mastodon Man) he turned into an extinct elephant trapped inside of a glacier.........once, or "Imbreded Spyguy" (Inverted Spike Guy) 17 years old and his highly uncontrollable power is that his skin makes spikes that impale his insides over and over and over again, there's "Have you seen my baseball?" Kid, I love him i hope he never finds it, and finally Jubilee who makes pretty sparkles with her hands.
Xavier, he seldom comes.
Here are my sometimes brief diary entries during my Pitt-Jolie life.
DAY 1
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DAY 2
Holy Crap in heaven. It's lights out diary. All of us kids sleep in the same room and Brad and Mom came in and said goodnight. And then, MICHAEL FRIGGIN CAINE! He walks in sits in the middle of the room and tells us all a story about how he'd "gone off" on these two "birds" who "was a couple of wankers" and how he didn't do anything with them because he was "piss knackered". He took a couple huffs of ether and stumbled to the door and said "Good Night, you princes of Maine, you kings of New England and you bloody toppers!" Then he spat at the ground and shut the door.
Day 3
We had to leave home to go bring water to a village in bumfuck nowhere africa. Ugh. Nothing to write about today i guess.
Day 4
Still in Africa.
Day 5
AFRICA!
Day 6
Chappelle really came here, what for? SET-ME-FREE!
Day 7
Not the right audience to make an AIDS joke to.....................................africa.
Day 8
(earlier today) And we are back! It was my day to get Jennifer Anniston off the grounds. She tried to sleep with me..........i caved. My penis smells like "been there done that". I'm gonna have to keep clear of Brad today. Fuck. She's not even one of my top ten celebrity outs. (Later that night) He knows. He knows. He can smell my dick. He can smell my muthafuckin' DICK!
Day 9
Ok i still am referring to my brothers and sisters as the asian one, the black one, love child , the one who only eats pho and thing 1 and thing 2.
Day 10
I've been asked to leave because according to Mom and Brad I am; Loud, Insensitive and Racist. I said "No, this is because I had sex with Aniston isn't it?" and then they look all shocked. "What do you mean you slept with Aniston?" Shouts Mom and I yell "Brad could smell my Dick! Besides I've always wanted to because she was so hot in Hocus Pocus." Theres a pause. Brad says, "That was Sara Jessica Parker you idiot." I cry "Goddamnit! What the hell happened to those two?!" I politely made my exit. I don't talk to the family anymore but Michael Caine and i still write one another. Although I'm not sure if he remembers who I am.
And that my friends is how you justify an extended absence from updating your trifle blog.

Something's Missing Mom and Brad!




