Last night, I had one eye on my iPad while watching a movie on HBO with the other eye. Yez, I can multitask like that.
I got to thinking, if someone were to ask me who my favorite actor is right now, what would I say?
There are so many of them, so I decided to narrow down my choices. Other than the fact that he must be a good actor who can transform himself into his character when he acts, I have only one other criterion: I wouldn't mind having sex with him. It's a good criterion, actually, since it immediately eliminates half-dead geezers and barely legal toy boys.
Bunny Rabbit's all-time favorite actor is Brad Pitt. To him, Brad Pitt is God, or a close relative of God. If I were a guy, I would probably think the same thing. After all, Brad was People Magazine's Sexiest Man Alive like a gazillion times. He's handsome, rich and he's got Angelina Jolie. He was the demi-god Achilles, the cool brother who ran away from home in
Legends of the Fall, the guy who spent seven years in Tibet just because he felt like it, the Angel of Death, a psycho Nazi killer... plus Angelina doesn't care if he lets his facial hair grow until he looks like a grizzly bear.
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My problem with Brad is that he can't act. He has only one facial expression. It's the "smiling softly while looking into the distance" expression.