Remember the kids in high school that had their name everywhere in the yearbook? 'Most Likely to Succeed', 'Best Hair', 'Cutest Forearms' - by the end of the year you were just hoping they'd get arrested for jaywalking, or come down with some mysterious rash that would cover them in scales.
I'm starting to feel that way about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Between their work on behalf of of all mankind and traveling around the world adopting babies of every color, they've managed to snag the top spot on Vanity Fair's Best Dressed Couple List. Somebody stop them.
I'm not wishing any misfortune on the fashionable Brangelina, but I'm starting to think I might like them a little more if Brad would get written up for paying his cable bill late, or if we could get a shot of Angie wearing tube socks with her sandals. If only.
