Aww, lookit. It's a cute college boy. Come here, cute college boy. Have your way with me.

Wherein Brad is obviously attempting to channel James Dean. I think he's got the hair down.

Nothing is hotter than a hot guy driving. Well, actually, maybe there is, but I don't remember right now. Gah.

Brad. Practice makes perfect. That's all I'm sayin'.

In Vanity Fair. I know guys who would sell their left arm to look that hot at forty. I don't blame them in the least. Gah.

Who knew that being splattered with pink paint could be sexy? Really?

During filming of Ocean's Twelve, which will be a cesspool of hotness within itself, but still. Nothing beats gloriously gorgeous Brad jogging.

I like pretty boys looking pensive. Yes, oh yes, I do.

Sigh. And bling bling. Ha.

"Look. I am not a one-trick pony. I can even do handstands. See? I have great upper body strength."

Another one of Mr. Pitt lying in bed, looking a little forlorn and pleading. Someone cue "Your Body is a Wonderland" for the boy, please.

What is it with the gorgeous men smoking?! I mean, it's a nasty, horrible habit, but WHY?! WHY is it that when this thing's in their mouths that they look so attractive?! Plus, the SUNGLASSES! Gah! [flails]

Oh so lovely in black and white.

Don't you just loooooove those sparkly blue eyes? Come on. You have to.

The yellow tones makes one think of gold. Brad's the golden boy. Coincidence? I thinkest not.