Well, if you ask me, Jennifer Aniston is just being rude now.
Here we are, the hardworking celebrity gossip blogosphere, conscientiously studying her every fabric wrinkle and tummy roll, to see if she might be expecting a little Friend. Is it too much to ask that just once — justonce— she prove us right? One little pregnancy. That's all I'm asking. Twins would be good. And a wedding. Very reasonable I think. But nooo.
Any baby bump we've been hallucinating is "just a couple of extra LBs," Jennifer told Australia's Kyle and Jackie O.
What's more, she doesn't really get why we have to play detective. "Why not just wait until we actually get to have the fun of announcing something? Who wants to play the guessing game, whether it be (a) family wedding, this, that, the other thing?" she asked.
I don't know. It's just something we have to do.
Give most rich people good service, and they’ll leave you a fat tip. Give Jennifer good service, and she’ll make you a star.
Jennifer likes to hang out at the Tower Bar in West Hollywood, and apparently that has a lot to do with its maitre d’hotel Dmitri Dmitrov, who’s renowned for the discretion he affords his celebrity clientele. She’s such a big fan that she’s flying him to New York for three days to film a part in her upcoming movie “Squirrels to the Nuts.” He shouldn’t need to spend a lot of time in acting classes: He’ll be playing a maitre d’.