Katherine Heigl attended the London premiere of her shitty romcom
The Ugly Truth last night --
sans her Blandy McBlanderface musician husband Josh Kelley -- and instead, clung to her co-star Gerard Butler like he had the cure for being a whiny pain in the ass. So I'm just gonna put it out there: Do you think these two are banging? I can't imagine why anyone would want to bang Katherine Heigl, but then again I can't imagine why anyone would want to tie a rope around their neck to jerk off, either. I guess some people are just into weird shit like that.
If Gerard looked as good as when he did 300, I would be all like skanky diseased bitch needs to stay off of him. But now that he looks all bloated alcoholic and cirrhosis of the liver, she can have him. And btw, it would not surprise if her untalented husband bangs the five fangirls who shows up at his shows.
NO. NO NO NO.
Gerard Butler either needs to find someone equally charming and fun-seeming to date, or he needs to go the Colin Farrell/lothario route where he bangs everything in sight but still seems like a cool guy.
You made me wonder when a final announcement about David Carradine will be made. Hmm.