“Aaaaaand 1…2.. flash that ring to give Star Magazine a photo for their next ‘JEN & JUSTIN ENGAGED!’ cover story” is what Jennifer Aniston said to herself 4 seconds before this picture was taken. Nobody said that whoring for tabloid stories isn’t hard work.
Before Justin Theroux flew to France with Jennifer Aniston in a private plate, checked into the finest hotel in Paris, ate the finest meals at the finest restaurants and took the finest shit in the finest toilet in Europe, he was in L.A. at the premiere of that Rock of Ages (aka the propaganda film secretly titled The Tommy Girl Really Does Love Pussy Movie), which he co-wrote. You’d think that the reporters at the premiere would ask the rockabilly Eddie Munster about his writing process and if it’s true that the style of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was his inspiration for the line “I just threw up in my pants,” but no. (Side note: Yes, the style of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle has inspired me to write about butt batter all day.) They asked him about Jennifer Aniston instead. Go figure. Justin said this shit when Extra brought up Aniston:
“Could not be happier. I always go to bed thinking I’m the luckiest guy in the world.”
It’s like he siphoned those words straight out of a multi-millionaire lottery winner’s mouth! Not counting the hos who are about to put a spoonful of Burger King’s bacon sundae in their mouth, this bitch is the luckiest dude in the world. Justin is soon going to live in a $21 million Bel Air mansion, he rests his skull every night on a pillow stuffed with cashmere-wrapped baby swan feathers, can take an elevator down to the Cabbage Patch nursery in his basement, has the most energetic b-hole ever from washing his asshole on a SmartWater bidet AND he’s with a woman with impeccable fashion sense. I’m talking about those jeans and that Operation wishbone piece necklace. Aniston wears that necklace to remind her of all the special Saturday nights she spent playing Operation with her Beanie Babies. (SPOILER ALERT: The BBs won every game.) So of course, Justin is lucky. I bet his anus lips are shaped like a four-leaf clover.