Seen here yelling at dumb and rude New Yorkers who almost walked in front of the paparazzo’s camera during their staged photo-op stroll, Justin Theroux, Jennifer Aniston and Jennifer Aniston’s ice pick nipples (perfect for when you need to crack open a block of ice for a vodka on the rocks) were in NYC over the weekend. People says that they went shopping for bikinis at Barney’s and they drank martinis at Nobu. Riveting shit!
If Justin had a shaved head and carried a black plastic folder covered in anarchy sign stickers, he’d look like every wannabe skinhead at my junior high school. And I don’t know if Jennifer Aniston looks like she’s having a Chico’s kind of day or looks like a come-to-life J. Jill catalog with nipples.
And Aniston’s publicist owes her several round of martinis for lighting a match to the never-ending fart known as the pregnancy rumors by covering her stomach with that sweater thing. He trained her well!