This Open Post is going up much earlier than usual, because for some strange weird bizarre reason gossip is slower than a stoned slug’s jizz shot. I know, it’s crazy that there’s not much happening on a Friday before we celebrate Jesus’ second ultra dramatic entrance. (Jesus was almost as good as Tandi Imandi Dupree when it comes to making an ultra dramatic entrance.) I bet it’s slow because famous tricks are preparing for the impending World War III by stocking their end-of-the-world bunkers with the necessities (like LaCroix, gluten-free soy-free dairy-free plant-free protein-free bars, a SoulCycle cycle and a generator that will charge their phones so they can take bunker selfies until the end of time).
But anyway, here’s Bradley Cooper showing up to some movie studio yesterday in Hollywood, CA in the casual L.A. uniform of scrunched up sweats, new-ish sneakers and $400 sunglasses. Like many, whenever my hard-up and desperate ass sees pictures of a celebrity dude in grey sweatpants, my eyeballs become magnifying glasses that search for VPP (visible peen print). On a scale between Ken Doll and Justin Theroux filming The Leftovers, these sweat pics are somewhere in the middle. I think.
And yes, Jesus died so that I could post pics of B. Coop in grey sweatpants on a slow Good Friday.