What…this loving couple?!?!
The union of Brangelina?
This is one of the most passionate offerings –of a forehead– I have ever witnessed (I think).
Talk about making yourself totally like….vulnerable. I am surprised the seats didn’t melt beneath them!
I mean that’s damn nearly Casablanca…but instead; they’re gone like the wind. Boo.
Say it isn’t so.
I must report that the ladies in the office are all a flutter right now. Heels are clicking. There are many emails being shot around here with lots of smiley faces, and breathless exclamation marks.
“Maybe it’s my turn!!!!!!” “Brad, I’ve been waiting honey. Come and get me!!!! (;” Finally!”
I wonder if the now eligible bachelor will hand out numbers, like they do at the Meat Counter at Sobey’s?
If one of the girls in the Office does indeed win this once in a lifetime meat lottery, I hope they won’t mind having the small army of Angelina trained step kids every two weeks.
Cute kids. Maybe. Er.
Sorry, wet blanket here.