Pimp pepaw master Morgan Freeman tried to murder the rumors that he’s Woody Allen-ing his 27-year-old step-granddaughter by showing up to last night’s National Board of Review Awards with a special ladyfriend on his arm.
Morgan’s date, who is giving me Cynthia McFadden LITE vibes, does have an “I Hope This Bitch’s Check Doesn’t Bounce” look on her face, but apparently Morgan didn’t snatch her up from the escort agency’s vintage collection. Morgan’s spokesbitch said that Morgan’s piece is his manager slash companion.
COMPANION! I love that. I used to think that the term “companion” was only reserved for oldies like Morgan and Austrian dignitaries from the 19 century, but it’s a new year. From now on, I’m going to introduce all of my fuck friends as my “companion.” It makes me look like such a refined fucking lady.