A list of puns related to "Brad Pitt"
BRAD: I'll produce.
GEORGE: I'll direct.
MATTHEW: I'll write, I'll write, I'll write.
Mosh Pitt.
Girlfriend: Did you see that photograph of Brad Pitt's brother?
Me: No I didn't, is his first name Arm?
Cue her laughing at my lameness. Let's hope my ability at dad jokes convince her I'll be a good father to her children someday.
"Oh my gosh! I'm such a huge fan!"
"Because I often say don't forget about Brad Pitt."
A young boy went up to his father and asked him, 'Dad, what is the difference between potentially and realistically?' The father thought for a moment, then answered, 'Go ask your mother if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Then ask your sister if she would sleep with Brad Pitt for a Million dollars, and then ask your brother if he'd sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars. Come back and tell me what you learn from that.' So the boy went to his mother and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?' The mother replied, 'Of course I would! We could really use that money to fix up the house and send you kids to a great University!' The boy then went to his sister and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?' The girl replied, 'Oh my Gawd! I LOVE Brad Pitt - I would sleep with him in a heartbeat, are you nuts?' The boy then went to his brother and asked, 'Would you sleep with Brad Pitt for a million dollars?' 'Of course,' the brother replied. 'Do you know what a million Bucks would buy?' The boy pondered the answers for a few days and then went back to his dad. His father asked him, 'Did you find out the difference between 'potentially' and 'realistically'?' The boy replied, 'Yes, 'Potentially', you and I are sitting on Three million dollars . But 'realistically', we're just living with two hookers and a queer.
Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie own a vineyard called Mirival that makes a really good rosé.
Wife: do you think they'll stop making Mirival?
Me: Even if they don't, we better stock up on it now. That wine is about to be terrible.
Wife: ...why?
Me: Because of sour grapes.
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