Courtney Cox was out at night the other….night(?) and those tricky paparazzi-Nazis caught every step she took. I, of course, have a few questions for her and would have shouted them out if I were taking these photos of her:
Courtney! Are the “Friends” really friends?
Courtney! Is there going to be a Friends reunion?
Courtney! Are you walking to a Friends reunion right now?
Courtney! Is that a penis in your tight jeans?
Courtney! I said a penis!
Courtney! Why is that cell phone clipped onto your belt buckle like you’re a business man from 1999?
Courtney! Are those veins in your hands popping because you’re excited about a Friends reunion?
Courtney! Where’s Phebe’s?