In some of my darkest moments (and there are many, even when on holiday in Florida), I think about Jennifer Aniston.
I think about what a sh** time she’s had with love. What an arsehole Brad Pitt is. And how angry she must be about that episode of Friends he was in. The Thanksgiving one. Personally, it’s a favourite. But I reckon Jen probably can’t watch it back.
At least I don’t have Angelina Jolie to contend with.
Pizza of Doom 
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