Where’s Eva, though? She in the back stuffing her face with convenience store pizza? F-ck no. No, I’ll grudgingly show you where she’s at:
Last. Those motherf-cking pants. Third time in a damn month, and while it would be OK if the pants were actually nice, they’re not. They look like something my five-year-old wears, and while they’re totally cute and adorable on her, they’re not cute or adorable on Eva. Granted, yes, I’m bitter as all get-out when it comes to pretty much anything Eva Mendes does (except for that face … she does have one gorgeous face), but those pants would be poor fashion in motion on anyone short of Betty White.
But yep. Here they are. Together. Drinking Cokes. The third Coke is for Ryan’s personal assistant (not pictured), and not George. Thought you should probably know that.