Watch out Brad and Angelina.  Looks like a tell all book might be on it’s way.  Shucks.  Bet ya wish you had that old confidentiality agreement thing taken care of way way back in 2000.  Nine years ago.  Long time right?

In the nine years, okay, eight years, considering the guy writing the book was fired in 2008, lots and lots of stuff has happened.  Brad was married to America’s sweetheart, everyone’s favorite girl next door,  Jennifer Anniston.  I don’t know the time line, or the ever changing cast of characters here, but I do know that Angelina seems to be gearing up with her lawyers to stop the ‘explosive tell all’ from going forward.

Who?  What?  Why?  Okay, rewind here.  Once upon a time, it was Angelina and son Maddox.  Angie had a bodyguard, or agent in charge of securitiy detail, named Mickey Brett.  Mickey was so close to Angie, Maddox even called him Uncle Mickey.  Aw, sweet.  Cute!  Fast forward a couple years, Brad and Jen are married,  Brad films Mr. and Mrs. Smith with Angie.  Yeah, yeah, we know the rest. No hanky panky going on though.  No ‘dastardly affair’ as Brad has said. 

Well, that’s where the water gets a little muddy.  We know Brad and Jen split up.  Brangelina forms.  Zahara and Shilo and the rest come along.  For some reason, unknown to us, the meager ‘general public,’ there had been a long running fued between Brad, and Uncle Mickey, resulting in an ‘abrupt’ firing of Mickey by Brad in 2008.  Now Mickey is spittin’ mad, shopping around the tell all.  Darn.  Woulda’, shoulda’, coulda’.  Had that confidentiality agreement signed right?  Cue the Cher song here.  ‘If I could turn back time…..’

If I were Jen, I know I’d have done a couple of happy dances by now.  This is that whole karmic boomerange thing at work here, clear as a bell.  Hmmmmm.  Whatever Mickey knows, witnessed, experienced, he’s working on blowing the whistle.  Loud and clear.  To the highest bidder.  For us, for a few bucks, we too, can be privy to the underbelly of Brangelina, same as good old Uncle Mickey.

Get in line people. And I’m sure the line will be a long one, waiting to finally know the ‘truth,’ as told by a jilted bodyguard.  Hell hath no fury like a woman, or disgruntled employee scorned.

No dastardly affair?  Let’s see the other side of the story.  Uncle Mickey’s side.  Sorry Angelina, play fair, or get out of the sandbox.  You too Brad.  We’ll find out soon enough.