Regrettably, I have less in common with Brad Pitt than I wish I could profess (like his & hers monogrammed towels "MPB") , but I do possess children who tolerate and even relish ice-cream with a hint of "stable." Fortuantely, my cousin Laura also finds the notion of Brad Pitt at Merrymead, rather delicious and her children love Harley the resident corpulent pig. So, an evening playdate with the fragrance of fertilizer perfuming the air perfected the summer day. . . until Caiders attempted to stone the singular Merrymead peacock. And since I am fairly confident that the Jolie-Pitt's have PETA on speed dial, this is where my celebrity similarities come to a damning close.
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