After 28 years together and hundreds of nights of Gene Simmons coming home with his tongue covered in the crotch sludge of one of his side pieces, he and Shannon Tweed have gotten themselves married. In a ceremony at the Beverly Hills Hotel that was probably more awkward than their interview on Joy Behar, Gene promised to love and to cherish Shannon in sickness and in health until death do them part or until she finally snaps by pulling an Elin Nordegren when her man whore husband gives her crabs again.
The most tragic thing in the world besides a groupie slut willing to wrap her ass tunnel around Gene’s tongue is a 54-year-old Shannon Tweed getting crabs the “non fun” way. People has all the details you care about (you don’t care about these details) Gene and Shannon’s late-in-life wedding:
Tweed, 54, walked down the aisle in an ivory Priscilla of Boston gown – one of three dresses she chose for the big occasion – and carried a bouquet of ivory garden roses.
The couple exchanged vows they wrote themselves in front of 400 guests including Hugh Hefner, Bill Maher and his fellow KISS members (Paul Stanley was in the wedding party). The wedding will appear in the new season of Gene Simmons Family Jewels on Oct. 18.
Also in attendance were the couple’s two children Nick, 22, and Sophie, 19, who was the maid of honor.
From watching a few episodes of Family Jewels (which I ONLY watch because Nick Simmons does things to me) I’ve learned that Shannon and Gene’s relationship is not as sturdy solid as the King Tut headdress of gorilla fur around Gene’s face. But maybe Gene’s just playing the role of a “geezer skank asshole who only cares about where his next piece of coochie is coming from” for maximum dramatic effect. Whatever the case may be, I hope this marriage lasts for eternity. And by “eternity” I mean until their reality show needs a ratings pick-me up in the form of a very special divorce episode.