Brad Pitt with his children at FAO Schwartz in New York City. (December 7, 2011)
They’re all impressed by watching a woman handle her kids without nannies. It really is a rare sight.
He’s what would be the “middle picture” if Justin Bieber morphed into Mickey Rourke.
Looks like an MBA meeting: (Mouth-Breathers Anonymous)
Those kids are all either gonna be extraordinarily gorgeous or derp derps. There’s no in between.
I vote derps.
Even the kids are shocked when Angie gets a new tattoo.
Ummm… those are actually not his kids. He just picks them up and figures there’s a 55% chance that Angie will adopt them anyway.
Someone I know went away and all I got was these lousy kids
CGI will fill in the backdrop with film of war-torn Bosnia or some such shit.
A smart little kid would have just casually walked up and blended right in hoping to be taken away by them into a life of luxury. It is not like they would ever notice another one or three.
“Brad Pitt at FAO Scwartz picking out a new adoptee for Angie to unwrap Christmas morning.”
“Is the Green Screen up? Ok, we can add a picture of ‘Angie playing with the kids’ later. Or an African village. Or a horde of screaming fans wanting my autograph. Whatever…”
I guess that answers the whole “nature vs. nurture” thing when it comes to mouth-breathers.
They look wonderful!
“Dammit Ange, what’s the point in carrying around our own green screen if you let ugly fat bitches with outdated Leikas sneak in in front of us?”
Angie would have come along, but she’s at home busy not eating, and purging toxins with an ox blood enema.
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