Well, I guess George Clooney and Amal Alamuddin’s circus extravaganza of a wedding was only a preview of what’s to come, because it looks like their entire life is going to be like the end of Sunset Blvd. Cameras! Flashes! Glamour! Flashes!
People says that Amal is going by “Amal Clooney” professionally and now the 2 people on the planet who didn’t see her in a wedding dress next to George Clooney on the cover of every magazine will see her last name and know that she must be married to huge Hollywood star George Clooney. I, for one, hate that Amal changed her name. Because if skinny fat gays ever become in demand in the gay porn world, I was going to change “careers” and go by the porn name Anal Clooney. And now I can’t thanks to Amal’s ass.
The future First Lady to George Clooney’s future President went back to work in Athens, Greece today and when she showed up to her hotel, dozens of photographers and “fans” screamed for her. What? Dozens of photographers and fans don’t line your walkway and scream for you when you come home after a day of work? As Amal sashayed down the stroll to her hotel and smiled at her adoring subjects, you could practically hear her say to herself, “Click! Flash! Wow! Bang! Wink! Smack! Fornarina!”
Amal is in Athens to meet with officials from the Greek government to talk about what their legal options are for trying to get back a collection of classic Greek sculptures called the Parthenon Marbles from the British Museum in London. A British diplomat named Thomas Bruce ALLEGEDLY stole them from the Acropolis more than 200 years ago and Greece wants them back. Are we sure the Marbles snatcher’s full name is Thomas Bruce? Are we sure his full name isn’t Thomas Bruce Lohan? Anyway, who cares about all that legal boring stuff when our new Jackie O is in Greece! I’m sure that if Amal’s firm represents Greece and the case goes to trial, the judge will immediately declare her side the winner before saying, “Okay, now that we got that stuff out of the way, what’s Matt Damon like?”
Because the universe heard you when you thought to yourself yesterday, “I really haven’t seen or heard enough about George Clooney’s motherfucking wedding,” People, Hello!, The New York Post and Vogue all threw up pictures of Amal Alamuddin’s wedding dress today. I fully expect to see close-up pictures of the food in Food & Wine Magazine, a 35-page profile in Boating Magazine about the boat they rode in, pictures of the custom-made wedding night anal beads they used in Hustler Magazine and an interview in Dog Fancy with the stray dogs in Venice who watched the wedding through a window. It’s only just begun! And you’re probably looking at that cover of People and thinking to yourself, “Tell me more about the Property Brothers at home…”
People and Hello! not only published dozens of pictures, but also a million details. Clooney wore Giorgio Armani, his cufflinks from his bride had his name in Arabic etched into them, Amal wore a custom Oscar de la Renta gown, there were 100 guests from 30 countries, the ugly cake was almost as big as Clooney’s ego, their first dance was to Cole Porter’s “Why Shouldn’t I?“, family friend Nora Sagal sang Irving Berlin’s “Always” and they got married in Italy because they met there. Amal’s mother said a few words to People about the wedding and I’m sure those words were not written by George Clooney’s PR team:
“George and Amal radiated love all night. The wedding was so unbelievably special, it was legendary. These three days – the friends, the families, the atmosphere, everything – will stay with me all the rest of my life.”
Inside Edition says that the wedding cost $13 million. Clooney and Amal got paid for the pictures, of course, and they’re donating the cash to charity.
Also, guests were all given an iPod with Clooney and Amal’s favorite songs on them. More like iBarf. Bono was a guest, so I’m guessing that the bottom of the Grand Canal in Venice is now an iPod graveyard. Because as soon as guests started up their iPods and noticed that U2′s new album was on it, they threw that shit in the water.
After the cut is a picture of AlaLooney on Hello! and Amal at her dress fitting with Oscar de la Renta. Sadly, I didn’t include any pictures of the Property Brothers at home.
At the airport in Venice today, George Clooney, Amal Alamuddin and their famous friends joined hands and bowed as their audience clapped, cheered, threw bouquets of roses at their feet and thanked them for delivering a tour de force OLD HOLLYWOOD GLAMOUR FASHION BOAT EXTRAVAGANZA! Before George and Amal took their final bows and left Italy, they officially got married in a 10 minute-long civil ceremony at Venice’s town hall. As George Clooney put a crack in the earth’s core by becoming a married man, the fame whore, social-climbing gold diggers of the world poured one out for George’s bachelor days and thanked God that Leonardo DiCatchAHo isn’t wearing a wedding ring yet.
Amal (who was dressed up like Bianca Jagger if Bianca Jagger was Carmen Sandiego) and George continued to redefine the meaning of EXTRA when they got on a boat named Amore and waved to their adoring subjects while thinking they’re the most glamorous thing to ever happen to a boat. Newsflash, bitches. The most glamorous thing to ever happen to a boat happened when Nomi Malone danced on one at a Las Vegas boat show in Showgirls. After AlaLooney made it official, they sashayed out of city hall and each spit out one word to reporters. via People
So how does it feel to be married? “Nice!” Clooney, in a gray suit, told waiting fans as he walked out of Ca’Farsetti with Alamuddin, who wore a cream-colored pantsuit and hat. Chimed in the new (Stella McCarney-clad) Mrs. Clooney: “Amazing!”
Asking a trick what it’s like being married ten minutes after they got married is a dumb question, but George’s answer was still funny. Nice! To George Clooney, 10 minutes of marriage probably feels like 10 years of marriage. If you asked him 5 seconds after he got married what married life was like, he’d say, “WONDERFUL!” If you asked him a minute later, he’d say, “GREAT!” And if you asked him 20 minutes later, he’d say, “Eh, you know….”
And now it’s over. Congrats to Clooney! Congrats to Amal! Congrats to Vogue (or People and Hello if you ask Lainey)! Congrats to the Venice Tourism Board! Congrats to the makers of boat fuel! And congrats to us all! I hope the divorce ceremony is as glamorous as this.
I know, even while surrounded by water, George Clooney is still thirsty as hell.
The morning after George Clooney and Amal Alamuddin gave American Vogue its future cover while posing in a photo shoot masquerading as a wedding, they served up some old Hollywood glamour realness as they left the Aman Hotel in Venice, Italy for a post-wedding night brunch this morning. George and Amal flashed their wedding bands and waved at their adoring fans as they rode the S.S. LOOK AT US to the Cipriani Hotel where they had brunch with all the famous people who went to their wedding. George Clooney continued to give us “second tier Cary Grant in To Catch A Thief” by wearing a grey suit and Amal wore a Giambattista Valli Couture dress that was covered with some shit that looked like oozing herp sores made of frosting. Basically, Amal’s dress looked like Parasite Hilton’s wedding cake.
George and Amal will stay in Venice tonight and tomorrow he’ll officially become somebody’s husband for the second time in his 53 years on Earth when he marries Amal in a civil ceremony. I’m sure that civil ceremony will be broadcast live on the Jumbotron in Times Square and afterward, they’ll cruise down the part of the Grand Canal that will be closed off for them and he’ll scream “I’m the King of the World” before kissing Amal on cue in front of the camera crew who’s documenting it all for the PBS “docu-series” about their love.
One of my friends said that George is probably being so public about all of this, because he wants the world to “get to know” Amal and to “get to know” them as a couple, because he wants to be the Democrat Ronald Reagan and is planning to run for public office. That makes sense, because they do need pictures for the slideshow that will play behind them as they dance the first dance as President and First Lady. I’m only for it if George Clooney makes Brad Pitt his Vice-President, because this country needs and deserves a permanently stoned VP. (“Um, excuse you, you uneducated whore, but what do you think national treasure Joe Biden is?!” – you “Good point. – me)
And that’s how you lose $50 in the Dlisted office pool. I bet all my money that George Clooney was going to get up this morning, put on his best hitchin’ suit, start sweating profusely, text “ABORT! ABORT!” to an unlisted number, and wait for a helicopter flown by Leo DiCaprio and a dozen 25-year-old models to rescue him and fly to Bang-A-Ho Island where he can be single forever. But he didn’t do that, and now Michael K is happily skipping to the liquor store to buy $50 worth of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos and top-shelf boxed vodka. THANKS GEORGE.
According to Us Weekly, People, and all the middle-aged C’loonies screaming “IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME!!” on Facebook, George Clooney got married to his very fancy human rights lawyer fiancé Amal Alamuddin in Venice, Italy today. The two tied the knot in the 16th century Aman Canal Grande hotel and the ceremony was conducted by the former mayor of Rome, Walter Veltroni. And all of George’s famous friends were there: Matt Damon! Rande Gerber and Cindy Crawford! Emily Blunt! John Krasinski! Kaa from The Jungle Book! Bill Murray! Bono! No word on whether or not Brad Pitt and St. Angie made an appearance, but I’m guessing they were a no-show since I haven’t heard of any 16th century Venetian religious statues of Jesus weeping tears in the past 24-hours.
And now you can begin preparing yourself for the millions of hourly Mr. and Mrs. Amalooney wedding updates we’re bound to receive. Amal wore a dress! George gave a toast! Bono ate the fish and then barfed in the bathroom!
Here’s George and all his famous friends boarding water taxis to take them to the Academy Awards of weddings earlier today:
In case you didn’t already know, George Clooney and Amal Alamuddin are the anti-Brangelina and they’re not going to get married in a hush, hush at-home wedding featuring a coloring book dress and a busted, ugly wedding cake made by a child. (May a special place in Hell’s special place open up just for me for saying that, but that cake Pax made was a janky mess. Even Maddox knows this.) MuddiLooney is going to give us SPECTACLE! THEATER! DRAMA! FACE! OLD SCHOOL LIFE MAGAZINE GLAMOUR! Thank God George Clooney isn’t following that “secret wedding” trend and is whoring out his wedding to the masses.
Even though George Clooney has enough money to fly to Uranus, buy 4 aliens, bring them back to Earth, fill a 24-karat gold Olympic-sized swimming pool with Dom Perignon, and challenge them to a relay race against 3 rare white tigers and Michael Phelps every week for the rest of his life (that’s the kind of crazy shit rich-as-fuck people do, right?), Us Weekly says he won’t be spending a dime on his wedding to Amal Alamuddin.
A source claims that Amal’s family is keeping shit traditional and will pay for most of George Clooney’s Italian Wedding Showbiz Spectacular when it happens later this month, although according to Gossip Cop, that source is a lie-teller and George is paying for the whole thing. Regardless, I like to think Amal’s parents offered to pay because they truly believe their daughter is marrying just some sitcom actor. “It’s okay George, we’ve got this; we know you haven’t done much since Roseanne.”
This reminds me of a wedding I went to where the groom’s family agreed to pay for an open bar if the bride’s family paid for everything else. Cut to the reception where everyone is drinking champagne flutes filled with sparkling air because those cheap bastards spent a total of $50 of booze. Like, 2 cases of beer, a bottle of off-brand “vodka-style” alcohol, and a box of wine. It was a joke! That shit was done before the second chorus of “Mony Mony.” Not to mention that the groom’s family were all a bunch of food-hungry maniacs who just destroyed the buffet. By the time my table was called, all that was left was a dry corner of lasagna and a malnourished chicken wing, because they ran out of food. It was inevitable! The bride’s family was broke and practically had to sell the damn farm in order to afford to feed everyone! And yes, this wedding took place in a community center and most of the guests wore cut-off shorts. How did you know?
So I guess what I’m saying is, I hope Clooney slips his future mother and father-in-law a couple private jets or their own island to thank them for agreeing to pay for the wedding, because you know they’re spending A LOT. The budget for Brad Pitt’s personal make-your-own sundae bar alone is probably close to $4,000 (“George! Make sure they get a case of Fritos, man!“)
George Clooney was given a humanitarian award at the Celebrity Fight Night Gala in Florence, Italy last Sunday night and during his speech, he let it be known that he’s getting married in Venice in a couple of weeks and he can’t wait to be Mr. Amal Alamuddin. This is the same George Clooney who would terminate his full-time awards show escort’s contract and put her on a bus headed for The Clooney House For Wayward Hos if the m-word so much as crossed her mind. The video of George Clooney’s love speech is out and it’s been making the rounds. It’s not as ~druh-matic~ or ~thi-atrical~ as I thought it would. I figured that while George Clooney creamed about becoming a married man, a band played the instrumental version of Extreme’s “More Than Words” as dancers danced an interpretive dance about George and Amal’s love. I also figured that at the end of his speech, “George Clooney” pulled off his face and revealed that he’s actually an alien who has kidnapped the real George Clooney and this has all been a trick. That didn’t happen, yet.
Here’s the video courtesy of E!. It took me a second to realize that Smuggly McSmuggy wasn’t giving a speech in a banquet hall storage room.
That woman gushing…. Why didn’t my mom tell me she was in Venice, Italy on Sunday night?
In other Clooney news, The Guardian says that he will guest star on a Christmas episode of Downton Abbey. He’ll play a guest at a wedding. I can’t wait to see the GIFs of The Dowager Countess throwing a scorching side-eye as George Clooney jumps on a settee while screaming about how much he LOVES THAT WOMAN.
Since awards show season is two queefs away, Amal Alamuddin (or “Amal Elmerfudding” as my mom mispronounces while talking about how that trick stole her man) practiced her role as George Clooney’s permanent red carpet escort at an event in Florence, Italy last night. Alalooney made their red carpet debut as a couple at a charity event benefiting the Andrea Bocelli Foundation and the Muhammad Ali Parkinson Center. Clooney was awarded the Andrea Bocelli Humanitarian Award and during his speech, he told the audience that in two weeks in Venice, Italy, Brad Pitt will look up in the sky and giggle before saying, “Heh, ribbit ribbits are falling from the sky.” No, Brad won’t be seeing things, because he’ll be stoned out of his skull. Actual toads will fall from the sky in Venice, because George Clooney becoming somebody’s husband again is the final sign of the rapture.
Everyone figured that Alalooney would get married at his house in Lake Como, because next to George Clooney, George Clooney’s favorite thing in life is that house in Lake Como. But nope, Clooney said that he’s marrying Amal in Venice at the end of the month. via E! News:
“He said he is an honorary 12-year resident of Italy and then said they were getting married in Venice,” a source said. “He also said to Amal [from the podium], ‘I love you very much.’”
Sources also tell E! News that Clooney revealed the wedding will take place in a couple of weeks.
Maybe Clooney is trying to throw the media off and he’s getting married somewhere else, but damn, everyone in the audience must’ve been drowning in sappy shit, because his ass laid it on thick. Clooney was an ugly, yeast infection-colored leather couch away from couch jumping.
George Clooney is an oh-so-private person, so I doubt he would spit out the date, time and venue location of his wedding. I’m sure he was just pulling the media’s dick. Clooney and Amal’s wedding will probably be very private and intimate and what I mean by that is that they’ll probably get married on the red carpet at the Oscars next year.
George Clooney Has Invited Anna Wintour To His Wedding, Which Means It Will Probably Be Featured In Vogue
Raise your hand if you just pictured a stoned Brad Pitt with pieces of wedding cake mashed into his beard elbowing a feminine-looking Montgomery Burns out of the better spot to catch the bouquet. Just me? Okay then.
According to Page Six, Anna Wintour will be a guest at the wedding between fancy human rights lawyer-type Amal Alamuddin and the nipple suit-wearing Batman George Clooney in Italy next month. A source claims that Anna got an invite because she hooked up Amal with a custom gown by Anna’s close friend Oscar de la Renta, and that she plans to feature the wedding in an upcoming issue of Vogue. Oooooh! Sounds like someone is desperately trying to crawl back out of the shame pit she threw herself in when she put the Cheap & Tacky Twins on the cover back in April. Too bad, Kaa from The Jungle Book, but the internet NEVER FORGETS.
The source also says that Anna will 100% be there to watch George and Amal cut the cake and drunk dance to YMCA while an obnoxious Craigslist DJ named MC Sweet Jamz screams into a mic “COME ON GRANDMA RUTH, GET YOUR ASS ON THE DANCE FLOOR!” (I wish – that’s more like the wedding of George Clooney and Sarah Larson) even though the wedding will take place in the middle of all the fancy European fashion shows. That’s how committed she is to making it up to him for the time she put George on the June 2000 cover with Gisele Bundchen looking like a cheesy prom photo from Mermaid High.
And speaking of Sarah Larson…do you think if George wasn’t marrying such a posh lady, he’d still get a spread in Vogue? You’re right, of course he wouldn’t; the pages of Vogue wouldn’t be able to handle all the refined taste and class that comes from a photo shot by Annie Leibovitz of that hot skanky mess Elisabetta Canalis in a white lace bridal bikini, trying to remove her own garter with her teeth.