Jen, If This Is True, TELL Me You Brown-Bagged That Shit

No, no, no, no, NO! I'm not a huge Jennifer Aniston fan or anything, by any means, but this is just so incredibly wrong on so many levels if it is in fact true, which I hope to God it's not. Ohnotheydidnt appropriately reports:

After hanging out with former 'Friends' costars, Jen made for Club Citrus with some gal pals for some laughs and what became a few too many Limoncello's. Jen was first introduced to the high-octane cocktail in Italy by the same guy that sent his pal Danny DeVito to be on "The View" while he was in a state of mild delirium. And what other newly exed celeb happened to be in the same place, slamming a Colt 45 while wearing a too-large-for-his-frame velour sweatsuit? None other than FedEx and his posse, all of whom went nuts when they saw Jen. My sources tell me they spent the rest of the night in a private area, making fun of their exes. When the lights of the club finally came on, the two were seen escaping into the shadows through a back door.

Unless I find out that Jennifer was either A) smoking crack for the first time, prior to this encounter or B) in a traveling sensory deprivation chamber all night, I am not going to accept an excuse for this kind of behavior on her part. It's like imagining a poodle having sex with a dirty house slipper it found in the dumpster outside that sort of, in the right light, could resemble a mangy mutt--if the poodle were also drunk at the time and/or blind.

Jennifer Aniston and K-Fed? [Ohnotheydidnt]

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