There now follows a story involving Juliette Lewis, some shandy booze, a tale of anecdotal proportions, and Brad Pitt’s penis:
Imagine the scene… Juliette Lewis, post-gig in Seattle, at the bar with her band The Licks. You know, drinking.
Some bloke comes up to her and goes, ‘Hey, Juliette, how was Brad Pitt in the sack anyway?’
Her response? ‘He was no… big deal, if ya know what I mean.’
The shouty guy’s bots mots in reply? ‘Are you saying Brad was the Pitts?’
In conclusion: Brad’s ex was pissed, some bloke was doing his best Noel Coward to glittering effect, someone else heard, and the National Enquirer (who knew) got wind of it.
True story. These people told us.