Sorry Johnny Depp, but it looks like you might have exposed yourself to a potential paint-based blood infection for nothing. Wait, what am I saying? Like he doesn’t already have a thick layer of symbiotic bacteria covering his body that could protect him from the plague.
Yesterday, our eyes were treated to the appetite-killing image of Johnny Depp’s cut-off finger tip and the message he drew on a mirror with said bloody finger back in March. In his mirror art, Johnny accused Amber Heard of cheating on him with Billy Bob Thornton. Amber has denied it, and now Billy Bob is here to inform you that Johnny Depp is wrong.
Billy Bob and Amber’s last interaction happened in 2013 when they were filming London Fields together, and Billy Bob tells TMZ that he never tried to wreck their (already pretty wrecked) home. Billy Bob calls the cheating allegation “completely false.” He says that not only did he never put his billy bob in Amber, he never even socialized with her off-set. Billy Bob claims the only time they hung out was during a single cast dinner. He maintains it was pretty much the same when they were on-set too. Billy Bob tells TMZ that he wouldn’t even consider Amber to be a friend, because he really only hung out with the crew. Billy Bob’s “relationship” with Amber extends to Johnny. Johnny accompanied Amber to set a few times, and Billy Bob claims he and Johnny didn’t speak once.
Billy Bob has been married to his sixth wife Connie Angland for two years now, but it doesn’t look like Johnny’s painting will be killing their marriage. Billy Bob tells TMZ that he’s spoken to his wife and assured her that Johnny’s accusations are nothing but drunk pirate rantings.
I don’t know what it is about Billy Bob, but I’m sure I’m not the only one who thinks his squirrely 61-year-old ass can still get it. With that being said, I believe Billy Bob when he says he only hung out with the crew during their shoot. I’m picturing his on-set social circle being just 6 or 7 old crew dudes and the guy who pumps the honey wagon, and that’s it. No women. Not even the elderly seamstress. There’s just too great of a chance that hearing “Morning, ma’am” in that sexy smoker drawl will trigger a third-degree case of the horn-horns in the women on set and they’ll all start plotting to become the seventh Mrs. Billy Bob.