“He’s intelligent, he’s charismatic, he’s super funny. And he’s good in bed. I mean, he’s had a lot of practice… [he was] gentle and considerate. He’s just a rock star. He’s a powerhouse. He is a very sensual and sexual person, and when I was with him I felt as if we became one together, because he’s just so enticing sexually.”
- Bree Olson, one of Charlie‘s former goddesses, describing the man’s sexual prowess.
I’m trying to think of something more gross than having sex with Charlie Sheen right now, and it’s hard. I’m actively going through activities in my head – getting spanked by Octomom? No, I could do that. A meth date with Lindsay? I’m all over it. But becoming one together with Charlie Sheen? Game over.
Are you ready for this? Are you ready for the end of that sentence? Ok …
By herself. Jennifer Aniston is going to couple’s therapy BY HERSELF. Is that not just the saddest thing you’ve ever heard?
Heres’s the full quote:
“She’s been doing a really intensive form of couples’ therapy on her own. She’s conquered the crippling trust issues she had,” a source told British magazine Look.
“They [she and Justin Theroux] are so, so madly in love. He makes her feel happier than she has ever done in her whole life. Justin isn’t like the other guys she has met, he doesn’t pretend not to be into her, he tells her how much he loves her and all he asks for is honesty in return.
“Jen says Justin completes her and that if she hadn’t had therapy, she may have driven him away.”
Is this a thing people do, go to couple’s therapy alone? If it is, then I’m sorry, I take it all back and I respect and admire all you do, Jennifer. But if it’s not a thing people do, then geez, what state do you have to be in to require that kind of action?
And by “crazy for Marc Jacobs,” I mean that she likes him, or at least I’m assuming she does because she obviously agreed to be in one of his ad campaigns, but I also mean that she looks for real crazy in these pictures. To me, these pictures look less like a fashion advertisement and more like a serial killer’s scrapbook. But maybe I don’t totally get fashion.
Either way, Helena Bonham Carter, right? I love this crazy bitch!
Images courtesy of Socialite Life