It’s been reported that Ben Affleck maybe, sort of, probably, most likely proposed to Jennifer Garner yesterday. Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzz . . . Oops, sorry. Did we just fall asleep?
Remember when the world was so interested in the lives of Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez that you couldn’t watch ten minutes of Access Hollywood without hearing a story about Fleck stopping by the Piggly Wiggly to pick up Fiji water and Ice Breakers gum? Those were fun times, weren’t they? Well, we live in a different world now. And now that Fleck is tapping the ass of a different Jennifer, no one cares. So you really don’t need to know that Ben may have proposed to Jen yesterday, on her thirty-third birthday. Or that he put the ring in a succession of ever-smaller boxes that started out so large it had to be delivered by a truck. No one’s going to be losing sleep trying to figure out whether or not Garner received an eleventy-billion carat pink diamond or something out of the case at Zales. Wake us when Jennifer gets knocked up and something looking a bit too much like Matt Damon pops out.
Jen Garner’s Nude Review at MrSkin.com.
