When it was rumored that the entire cast of Friends was going to reunite, people who watched all of that shit religiously had the same reaction I would have if an It’s A Living reunion was announced. They squirted out a foamy stream of excitement. But it turns out it wasn’t really a reunion. They just sat at the same table and said words together at NBC’s tribute to James Burrows which taped in L.A. last night. Johnny Galecki, who dressed up like a snobby French gallery owner, posted a picture on Instagram of the cast of Friends with the cast of The Big Bang Theory. Matthew Perry isn’t in the picture because even he doesn’t want to be seen with Kaley Cuoco. No, Chandler’s in London doing some play, so he couldn’t make it.
Never mind that Courteney Cox’s transformation into the plastic baby of Pete Burns and Michael Jackson is almost complete, I don’t think I ever really noticed how much of a hot silver top daddy Matt LeBlanc is now. And seeing him behind Jim Parsons and David Schwimmer is giving me Joey/Ross/Sheldon gay spit roast fantasies.
Justin Theroux was nominated for Best Actor in a Drama Series at the Critics’ Choice Awards last night (SPOILER: He lost to Rami Malek) and he brought his wedded piece Jennifer Aniston as his date. You know, I was going to hate on Jennifer Aniston’s peek-a-cooch dress for looking like two dusty retirement home curtains sewn together by an impatient frog with arthritis, but I’m not going to. I mean, it’s obvious that she went through a whole lot to be there.
When Jennifer Aniston first got to the Critics’ Choice Awards, she got out of the car while wearing her original dress and when she took three steps, a pack of asshole wolves (probably die-hard members of Team Jolie who won’t let go) smelled the Baby Alive food that she spilled on herself and they tore her outfit into a million pieces. She had to run her naked ass into the nearest store, which happened to be a David’s Bridal. Aniston quickly bought a factory-defective clearance rack bridesmaid dress and as she made her way back to the Critics’ Choice Awards, that goddamn pack of wolves jumped her again and tore her new dress in two. Aniston ran into a Rite-Aid where she bought a stapler and sloppily stapled her dress back together. She finally made it to the CCAs and yes, she looked like a raggedy mess, but she suffered through an ordeal and made it!
And when Justin presented on stage, someone was blocking Jennifer’s view and she told that trick to move, bitch, get out the way.
You have to keep an eye on your man at all times because you never know when some hussy harlot whore is going to sweep in and snatch him up. Rude ho. Aniston should’ve pulled a Beanie Baby out of her purse and threw it at their head.
And here’s a million more pictures from the CCAs including some of the return of Julian McMahon!
During an appearance on Live! with Kelly and Michael on Friday, Justin Theroux admitted that Jennifer Aniston almost became a widow during their group honeymoon in Bora Bora, thanks to a scuba diving fuck-up. Justin says he had such a fun time looking for Nemo and Dory during a scuba diving excursion one day, that he decided to go back again the next day and bring some of his friends. This time though, they went much deeper and it wasn’t long before Justin realized that his oxygen supply was floating somewhere between “Uh oh” and “You’re fucked“. So he motioned to the instructor that it was time to haul ass to the surface.
Unfortunately, the instructor wasn’t the same one from the day before, and he didn’t really understand English, so communication wasn’t happening. Eventually Justin resorted to a game of panicky charades, and the instructor finally clued in. If you can believe it, this is where shit gets worse. The instructor then threw an emergency respirator into Justin’s mouth, but the only thing it filled him with was more water. You’d think Justin would be used to that feeling, on account of all the times Jenny has whipped out a bottle of SmartWater and started pouring it into his mouth (“Shut up and start chugging!“) after spotting a pap out of the corner of her eye. But no, he wasn’t expecting it. He also wasn’t expecting that his brain would pull on a tiny tinfoil hat and start thinking his near-death experience wasn’t an accident.
“Your brain goes into a crazy place. Oh my God, this is some plot to kill me.”
I’m sure one of the crazy places his brain went was trying to remember the name his diving instructor’s scuba license. “Oh my god, it was totally Bran J. Loonie, I’m sure of it.”
One of the reasons why Justin says he couldn’t just swim up to the surface was that he was afraid of getting “the bends“, which the Internet tells me is decompression sickness. I guess the lack of oxygen caused Justin to forget that he was already equipped with a flotation device that was buoyant enough to bring him safely back up to the surface. Yes, I’m talking about the PFD in his pants. Next time, Justin. Next time.
It’s been almost two months since Jennifer Aniston made Justin Theroux husband no. 2, and apparently they hadn’t been photographed together since before their wedding. Although to be honest, I wasn’t really checking. The Brangeloonies, however, were no doubt joyfully cackling that Jen and her sloppy seconds (you know they call him that) hadn’t been seen in public since they got married, and therefore were on a one-way train headed for divorce town.
Well, the Brangeloonies can rest assured that Jen and Justin are still totally together and not digging a grave for their marriage. Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux walked the red carpet of the season 2 premiere of The Leftovers in Austin last night. UsWeekly says that an eyewitness at the premiere gave them this EXTRA EXTRA hot tip scoop by telling them: “When Jen and Justin got out of the car, Justin’s body was angled toward Jen, almost protectively.” So for those of you wondering if Justin pushed Jen out of the way before yelling “Beep beep, move it or lose it” after they got out of the car, he did not.
I know I should be filing Jenniroux’s first sighting as Mr. and Mrs. away into a folder marked VERY IMPORTANT NEWS in my brain, but once again I can’t focus on anything besides Justin’s flare. Like…what is that belt. Are those studs? And is that a skinny leather tie? Maybe that’s why Jenny’s head is angled the way it is. She’s like “Just a little bit lower…a bit lower…is my hair covering the tie yet?”
Here’s more of Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux at the premiere of The Leftovers last night. I wish Justin had walked the red carpet in character and given us a heaping helping of lumpy trackpant bulge. THAT’S how you really make the most out of your first public appearance as couple!
“Bitch, please – like you had any say outside of choosing which of your $125 leather hipster bracelets to wear.”
No, the planning was totally a joint effort. And apparently Justin Theroux had about as much fun doing it as he does when Jennifer Aniston hollers at him from the garage and tells him to get his ass in there and help her organize her Aveeno inventory. Justin Theroux recently spoke to the NY Daily News about the day he finally made it legal with Jennifer Aniston, and according to him, planning it was kind of a drag, because they had to keep it so secret.
“I wouldn’t say it was fun to plan. Part of the fun of planning a wedding is telling people and we had to keep it under wrap.” But once the deed was done he felt a shift, he says.
“I noticed it almost immediately. It was like your blood pressure goes down two PSI. It’s not like life is completely different. It’s a beautiful thing.”
Justin also swatted at people whispering that he and Jenny’s 7 week old marriage is dead by saying that they’re “happily married.” And just like that, a million Brangeloonies gave Justin a “Sure, Jan.”
I guess I sort of get why you’d want to keep your wedding on the hush, but really, it is kind of nice to fill your guests in before hand. For example, I once went to a wedding where the bride was all secretive and wouldn’t tell anyone anything, and the biggest surprise was that there was no cake. None. If I had known ahead of time that I’d be pouring packets of sugar from the coffee station onto buttered dinner rolls and pretending it was cake, I might have been better prepared and brought my own. Pocket cake isn’t rude, it’s practical.
Here’s Jennifer Aniston’s husband looking all kinds of hot while walking around New York last week.
It’s been over three weeks since Jennifer Aniston got married to Justin Theroux and not one picture of her wedding outfit has been released or “accidentally leaked.” Now we know why. Jennifer Aniston’s dress wasn’t an $80,000 custom couture gown and her veil had a J.Crew label on it. She’s obviously embarrassed! “Is bitch going poor? I should slip her a few hundreds during the money dance” is what guests said as she walked down the aisle in an off-the-rack wedding dress. It’s a good thing Goopy Paltrow wasn’t there. She would’ve fainted in her chair and her handmaiden doesn’t usually travel with a Baccarat crystal bottle full of artisanal smelling salts.
An Aniston “insider” tells UsWeekly that Jennifer bought her dress at a store and it didn’t cost the price of a new car.
The Friends alum, 46, who’s graced the most glorious red carpets wearing luxurious styles by Versace, John Galliano, and Saint Laurent, topped her knee-length frock with a veil from the popular chain store (whose veils typically sell for about $200).
Plus, the little white dress in question wasn’t super high-end, either. “Jen bought her dress at a store,” an Aniston insider shared. “It wasn’t thousands of dollars.”
Again, she bought her dress at a store. Who buys their wedding dress at a store?! Only poors, obviously. I can just picture the sad, sad scene. Jennifer walked into the store with dirt all over her face, picked out a dress and tried to pay for it using wooden coins, knocked-out silver fillings and a watch she swiped from a dude sleeping next to her on the bus. Will somebody please tell Jennifer’s agent to get her more endorsements, because she obviously doesn’t have enough of those if she’s buying a dress from a store. A store!
Here’s Jennifer shooting one of Gary Marshall’s “Day” movies in Atlanta. He’s done Valentine’s Day, New Year’s Eve Day and now he’s doing Mother’s Day. Will he stop fooling around and give the people what they really want, which are movies about National Dog Day and International Penis Appreciation Day. By the way, these pictures were taken before the important news about Aniston wearing an off-the-rack wedding dress broke. She’s obviously in hiding now and refuses to show her face in public.
I know, that can’t be Jennifer Aniston’s actual wedding band. I’m convinced her actual wedding band has the words “Final Sign Of The Apocalypse” written on it in tiny diamonds. That must be a stunt ring.
Jennifer Aniston, the last single bitch alive to get married, made her BIG PUBLIC DEBUT as a married woman at the L.A. premiere of some movie I’m not going to pay to see but will watch in a few months on Netflix when I’m drunk, stoned and emotional. While Jennifer’s engagement ring is so damn huge that it has to be put on her finger using a low-flying helicopter, half-a-dozen Strongman competition finalists and four cranes, her wedding band is pretty damn boring and looks like something your modest auntie would pick out for herself at Kay Jewelers.
As for the wedding, that’s probably the only thing hos asked her about last night, but Jennifer kept her lips shut about it. She told Entertainment Tonight that she wants to keep it private. The HELL?
“We had the beautiful luxury of having a beautiful private moment and I’m going to be selfish and keep it that way! I’m not telling you about any of that stuff!”
So, Jennifer Aniston gets married and at her first public event, she doesn’t rip open a trench coat, revealing a jumpsuit made of 500 pictures from her wedding and she doesn’t pull out a tablet showing video of the ceremony as dancers wearing replicas of her dress sing her vows while doing a kick line? Something in the milk ain’t clean. But you know, I’m going to use it. The next time one of my Facebook friends gets married and posts a million pictures from her wedding including pictures of her toe nail polish and the ugly food that was served, I’m going to tell her that if Jennifer Aniston can show some restraint, so can she!
A little over 70 guests watched HISTORY BEING MADE when they witnessed the former president of the Forever Alone Club, Jennifer Aniston, marry an actual living and breathing man. On the guest list was Courteney Cox, Lisa Kudrow, Chelsea Handler, Uncle Terry, Lake Bell, Howard Stern, Emily Blunt, John Krasinski, Jimmy Kimmel, Orlando, Bloom, Ellen DeGeneres, Portia de Rossi, Jason Bateman, Tobey Maguire, Whitney Cummings, Will Arnett and nearly every famous ho alive except for Matthew Perry and Matt LeBlanc. Jennifer Aniston needs to spend a long time in a class titled “Priorities: Learn How To Get Them Together” at the Learning Annex, because there’s something wrong when she invites Uncle Terry’s nasty smegma ass, but not Chandler and Joey, to her wedding.
Just two days after Jennifer Aniston got married to Justin Theroux (which caused the makers of the the boyfriend pillow to close shop since there’s no use for their company anymore), we have learned all sorts of thrilling details about the wedding and honeymoon. I know you really care.
UsWeekly says that Courteney Cox was Jennifer’s maid of honor and Lake Bell’s husband was Justin’s best man. During the reception, Sia sang some songs, Lindsay Lohan’s former partner in pussy Samantha Ronson
DJ’d pressed the play button on her iPod touch, everyone ate pasta and Uncle Terry took the pictures. (I can’t wait to see the pictures of him fucking the wedding cake.) TMZ says that Jennifer and Justin kept everything on the shush by using a vacant $10.7 million house next door to hers to hide all the tables, chairs and decorations for the reception. She had a temporary pathway built from the vacant house to her house so workers could transport everything without the paps finding out.
The day after the wedding, Justin, Jennifer and their friends got on a private jet headed for Bora Bora. People says that Jennifer and Justin are also in Bora Bora to celebrate his 44th birthday, so they asked a bunch of friends to come along. Chelsea Handler, Courteney Cox, her man, Jason Bateman and his wife all tagged along for Jennifer and Justin’s honeymoon/birthday party. UsWeekly says that everyone is staying at the Four Seasons. Jennifer is a good sugar mama, because they celebrated Justin’s birthday in Bora Bora last year too.
Basically, all those words I typed above add up to one simple fact: Bitch is RICH as shit. Specifically, she’s as rich as Oprah’s shit since Oprah shits pure gold and diamonds.
At first I thought that a group honeymoon (which I guess is like group sex without the sex) sounded kind of a fun, because looking at the same face every day for a week can get boring. But then I saw grainy pictures of the group. Children came along! That sounds like a nightmare in paradise. Not only does Jennifer have to deal with screaming children, but she also has to deal with seeing Chelsea Handler strut her naked body all over the place since Chelsea doesn’t wear clothes anymore. If I was Jennifer I’d be afraid that there wasn’t enough booze on the island for me to deal with that shit.
And if you want to see a picture of Jennifer and Justin in Bora Bora, People has one. It’s so clear! It looks like a Monet painting of two turnips in hats.
Tabloid editors just dumped all their pre-written “Lonely Jen Cries Into A Bowl Of Ice Cream Soup After Justin Calls Off The Wedding” cover stories into the trash and are yelling at their minions to quickly write stories about how Jen is trying for baby even though her new marriage is on the rocks. Because according to both People and E!, sources (aka either Jennifer’s publicist or her greediest Cabbage Patch doll looking for some easy cash) confirm that Jennifer Aniston made Justin Theroux her second husband yesterday. This probably means that the Summer of Splits has finally come to an end now that Jennifer Fucking Aniston got married.
TMZ reported this morning that some kind of party went down at Jennifer Aniston’s house in Bel Air yesterday and it looked and smelled like a wedding. Well, it turns out it was a wedding. Paps caught a pastor going into her house and workers were spotted with a cake that had a groom puppet and a bride puppet on top of it. The likes of Chelsea Handler, Howard Stern, Sia, Ellen DeGeneres, Lisa Kudrow and John Krasinski all showed up.
Jennifer and Justin started doing it full-time in 2010. They got engaged around his birthday, which is August 10th, in 2012 and many hos thought that pigs would sprout wings and learn to fly before these two actually got married.
There aren’t many details about the wedding, but I’m sure that in the next couple of weeks, we’ll see all the pictures in every magazine from People to Dogster Magazine to Haute Doll Magazine (her American Girl dolls, who were her bridesmaids probably, will get an exclusive spread in that one), because Jennifer’s publicist doesn’t play around. I’m guessing that Jennifer wore a dress made from her dried ~lonely~ tears and that everyone passed out at the end of the night. Jennifer passed out from doing celebratory tequila shots off of Chelsea Handler’s ass and Justin passed out after his tuxedo jeggings cut off his circulation completely. Congrats!