February 5, 2026 | Relish

IT'S OFFICIAL

021030 | wednesday

IT'S OFFICIAL:

Angelina Jolie is completely nuts. Not that this is the biggest news to ever hit the streets but the IMDb reported recently that the Ms. Ex-Billy Bob is relieved to know that her adopted kid is not going to enter the film biz. Apparently, he has settled on a career as a professional soccer player and has even selected the team for which he will play (Liverpool, in case you were remotely interested).

Now the antics of Jolie and Thornton are pretty much common knowledge and few would say that they acted normally throughout their brief coupling but this is really above and beyond. "Don't be so tough on her. Give her the benefit of the doubt." I can hear you all say. What I failed to mention is that Maddox is ONLY THIRTEEN MONTHS OLD!!! I am not making this up. Sometimes, this stuff just writes itself.

Now, I have 
really been trying to stay on the up and up. Don't cater to the lowest common denominator. Don't partake in the trafficking of sordid Hollywood gossip but please; I am only human and this story is so damned funny I felt that depriving you of its bounty would be nothing short of criminal. Thirteen MONTHS!!! Holy cow. I swear. Just when you thought the wackiness had peaked along comes this. Too, too good.

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