Another bored written drabble, anyway, enjoy!!!

Disclaimer: me no own anyone or anything!!

Brad Pitt

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!! GO SEE A PSYCHIATRIST, QUICK!!! THERES GOT TO BE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOU!!!," shouted an agitated, shocked Botan.

"BOTAN!!! THERE'S NOTHIN' WRONG WITH ME!! Jeesh, I just don't think he's all that hot, you know? And besides he's not even close to being good-looking," I mumbled the last part.

" Nami, you…you… YOU CRAZY, PHSYCHOTIC PERSON!!! HE'S LIKE THE HOTTEST OF ACTORS OUT THERE!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?! I KNEW IT!! THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD!!! EVERY GIRL KNOWS THAT HE'S THE BEST EVER!!! EVEN CATS KNOW THAT!!!!!!!!" And all the while, Botan flayed her arms like crazy.

"Ummmm….Botan? Not to be a wise ass here, but…. cats don't see TV"

*two black and brown cats on the other side of the room snicker as they tune in to Mr. and Mrs. Smith{1}*

Now, why would dear little Botan be yelling out like that? Well, let's just say the conversation involves a certain actor named Brad Pitt and a certain someone's (mine) opinion on his looks.

I sighed with impatience.

"Botan, I gotta go. Sorry, but I just can't hold this conversation for much longer, it's getting on my nerves. Two hours of non-stop talking about the same guy can get me a headache, you know? And I had promised Kurama to meet him at the coffee shop thirty minutes ago… Great. So to say my last piece, Brad is not even close to being a hunk and that's that."

With that said I left. Mentally shaking my head at the way people can be so obsessed with celebrities.