You know that's what Jennifer Aniston did when she invited Keanu Reeves to her place. Then she proceeded to bitch and moan about Brangelina, scarf a bag of Lay's Sour Cream and Onion, and prank call Gwyneth. Poor Keanu never stood a chance.
Look, I'm all for celebrity hookups. Joining two names together wastes roughly 5 seconds of my work day, and it beats making copies. Kennifer, perhaps? Or maybe Raniston? Eh. Not that great.
Jen, honey, what the hell? I could see if this was back during the Speed days. Keanu was all kinds of buff and looked like he bathed on a regular basis. He reinvented a basic white tee as far as I'm concerned.
But, let's face facts: he looks gross now and his movie career is as bad as yours. Brad will not be envious of this. Unless, of course, he is a huge Bill and Ted fan, which I can totally see. But at the most, all he would want is an autographed dvd and a lesson in playing air guitar.
Oh, I'm bored with this already.
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