Twenty Two Tickets To Paradise
Because they have more money than we’ll ever have and more rug rats than we’ll ever want, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, their child army and their SWAT team of twelve nannies are sunning their buns and The Leg in the Carribean according to Radar. Or, more specifically, at designer Donna Karan‘s crib on Turks and Caicos. Celebuzz has pics of the place, I Googled, and it’s a bargain at $10K a night. BUT they do throw in complimentary flip flops for chasing down wild children by the black volcanic stone lined infity pool, so that helps. They are being joined by Brad’s parents, his brother, his sister and their families. That’s 22 people in all. It really DOES take a village. Look at that place. No really look now, because it’s gorgeousness will be wiped out like a car bombing by the time that couch and table jumping brood is done with it.
Damn, TWELVE nannies?? Are they sure that’s enough? If I’ve got the right place it only has eleven bedrooms, so there will probably be some bed sharing going on. Since Angie sleeps in her custom black mohogany coffin and from the look of Brad’s face he doesn’t sleep at all, there will only have to be a few bunk sharers or floor dwellers. (Don’t EVEN look at me bitches ~ Zahara). No, you know they have all twelve nannies piled up like laundry on the smallest bed so it’s all good.
In other Brad and Angie news, the marriage rumors, take 5832, are back and Gossip Cop (via OK Magazine) is saying they’re REALLY for honest for seriously true tying the knot this summer and getting matching tattoos to mark the occasion since Angie has two inches of un-inked real estate left. Supposedly they can’t agree on where to get them or what type of tattoo to get. Angie wants an artsy one only she can understand, and Brad is leaning towards a cartoon character. The jokes write themselves. These two need to just go ahead and jump the broom already, because this shit got old 450 announcements ago and nobody will care when they finally Hoveround their old asses up to the altar. Hell, nobody cares now.