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And the Academy Award goes to...someone else.

Got Milk? No? Oh well. Maybe next time, Mickey Rourke. You still have your Independent Film Spirit award back home to keep you company. Not to mention the greatest acceptance speech of all time.

Don't you worry about Brad Pitt none either. He's got Angelina and, oh, I don't know, seven or eight kids, as we go to press, to keep him busy.

And take that, Ms. Not Even Nominated and Stuck Giving Out a Lame-Ass Award Jennifer Aniston!

That's what you get for being a non-suspicious loyal wife who wasn't interested in having, oh, I don't know, seven or eight kids!

See also I'm Rick James, Bitch.