Brad Pitt took a couple of the kids for a helicopter ride in France, and while doing so, the breeze from the chopper blades blew up the back of his shirt to reveal these weird-ass tattoos.
I'm not even going to guess at the significance of these. To me they look like alien hieroglyphics. I think there's a stone slab somewhere in Egypt that mysteriously has the same symbols on them. When translated, they tell you the exact moment when the earth will be destroyed by an invasion of extra-dimensional succubi for whom Angelina is an advance scout. Or maybe they're the directions to Brad's favorite bistro. I don't fucking know. Tattoos are so stupid...like most things you think are cool when you're drunk. And they're fucking painful to get rid of too. Especially when you're having the birth of Adam from the Sistine Chapel with Tony Franciosa as God and William Devane as Adam removed from your back (I was young, okay?).
