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I'm too sexy for this list

Some Boston newspaper created a top 100 list of the 100 most UNsexy men.

Some of these picks are nobrainers. The guy who talks for the AFLAC duck, Gilbert Godfried, was No. 1. I'm not going to argue with that one. Other UNsexies were: terror boss Osama bin Laden, movie critic Roger Ebert, no-nonsense psycho-babbler Dr. Phil, whatever-he-is-now Michael Jackson, filmmaker formerly known as Opie -- Ron Howard, and Britney Spears' freeloading husband Kevin Federline.

I'm OK with all those.

But No. 100 on the list was...Brad Pitt.

I'm not a Brad Pitt fan. What he did to poor Jennifer, and with WHOM (that blood vial-wearing, incestuous-kissing Angelina Jolie), was horrible. But you have to admit, the boy has appeal.

Except to the two MEN who wrote the list. Jealous much?

Their reasoning was almost convincing. They said they heard he had bad hygiene. If you look like him, I'm not sure it matters. Ladies? Could you overlook a little musky man odor and greasy hair if they belonged to BRAD? If he's UNsexy, perhaps sexy is highly overrated.

Comments

Brianne said…
Wha-wha-what?!?!?! Brad Pitt is a gorgeous man. He is dubbed the Sexiest Man Alive for crying out loud!! I bet he was on there as a joke.

mmm Brad Pitt musky man odor...

And yes, I don't like what he did to Jen either. I am 100% Team Aniston. But don't trash Angelina too much. While I don't condone her husband-stealing ways, she is a good person. Look what she's done for Goodwill.

As much as I adore Jennifer Aniston, a guilty little part of me cannot WAIT to see The Most Beautiful Baby In The World.
Taft said…
Surely the reason that he made the list has something to do with the situation with Agelina. I find it hard to believe that he will ever come out looking better than Jennifer on this one. Hey, there's no such thing as bad publicity, right?

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