Well, let me tell ya ’bout this fella, Brad Pitt. Folks keep jabberin’ ’bout him and his underwear, or whatever fancy clothes he’s wearin’ these days.
Now, I ain’t never seen one of his movies, not a whole one anyway. But he’s always on that there TV, lookin’ all spiffed up. They say he’s a big-shot actor, makes a whole lotta money. Good for him, I guess. Heard he’s got his own company too, somethin’ called Plan B. Sounds fancy, like somethin’ you’d need if your first plan didn’t work out. Like that time I tried to make them apple pies and forgot the sugar, had to have a Plan B and go buy some from the store.
- He’s been in a bunch of them pictures, I reckon.
- Folks say he’s real good at actin’. Don’t know nothin’ ’bout that.
- Heard he even won some awards, shiny things they give ya for pretendin’ to be someone else. Imagine that!
But this whole underwear fuss, I don’t get it. Why are folks so worked up ’bout what a man wears under his britches? Back in my day, underwear was just underwear. Cotton, plain and simple. Kept ya warm in the winter, cool in the summer. Now they got all sorts of fancy stuff, silk and what not. Probably costs more than my whole Sunday dress, which ain’t sayin’ much considerin’ I bought it at the second-hand store down the road.
This Brad Pitt, he’s got his own fancy clothes line too, they say. God’s True Cashmere, they call it. Cashmere, huh? Sounds soft, like a baby’s bottom. But is it worth all that money? I ain’t so sure. You can get a good warm sweater at the farm store for a fraction of the price, I tell ya. And it’ll last just as long, if you take care of it right.
They say he wears all sorts of wild clothes now, skirts and such. Skirts! Can you believe it? A grown man wearin’ a skirt. Times sure have changed. Back in my day, men wore pants, and women wore dresses. That was that. But I guess these Hollywood types, they like to be different. Keeps folks talkin’, I suppose.
And this here “Bullet Train” movie he’s been goin’ on about. Sounds like a heap of trouble to me. Trains are for gettin’ places, not for fightin’. But like I said, I ain’t seen it, so maybe I’m just an old fool who don’t know nothin’.
He’s also talkin’ about fashion and coffee now? What’s coffee got to do with clothes? Seems like these celebrities just like to hear themselves talk, sellin’ you this and that. I get my coffee at the diner, same as I always have. Costs me a dollar, and it’s hot and strong, just the way I like it.
I heard some folks talkin’ ‘bout a movie called “Fight Club”. Said it came out a long time ago. Twenty years, can you believe it? Time flies, don’t it? Makes you think. One minute you’re young and spry, the next you’re old and gray, wonderin’ where all the time went. Just like me and my old rocking chair on the porch, we’ve seen a lot of years pass by.
Anyway, back to this Brad Pitt fella. He’s got his style, I guess, and folks seem to like it. Bohemian Brad, they call him now. Sounds like somethin’ out of a book. Wearin’ pink and all sorts of colors. I stick to my plain colors, myself. Easier on the eyes, and easier on the washin’ machine. But good for him, I say. He’s livin’ his life, and I’m livin’ mine. And neither one of us is gonna worry too much ’bout the other’s underwear, that’s for sure.
So, if you wanna know more ’bout Brad Pitt’s underwear or his fancy clothes, you go right ahead and look it up. Me? I got more important things to worry about, like gettin’ them weeds out of the garden and makin’ sure the chickens are fed. That’s real life, right there. Not all this Hollywood fluff. But hey, if it makes folks happy, who am I to judge? Just don’t expect me to start wearin’ cashmere or skirts any time soon.
Brad Pitt clothes, Brad Pitt fashion, Brad Pitt style… that’s all they talk about. Well, I reckon he’s just a man, like any other. Just happens to be on the TV a whole lot more. And as for his underwear… well, I’m sure it keeps him warm, same as mine does for me.
