Here’s Blake Lively and Ryan Reynolds leaving his Boston apartment early Saturday morning which pretty much confirms all those rumors while simultaneously piercing my penis through the heart. On a related note, I continued my journey of self-hate-fuckingization by watching Green Lantern again this weekend to see if it was really as bad as the novel I wrote about it said it was. I now sincerely hope Ryan and Blake find true love together, have a perfect storybook wedding and then watch their first child be stillborn in front of their very eyes as everyone they love gets pancreatic cancer for Christmas. (True story: They’re reading this going, “Damn, he let us off easy.” They know they what they did.)
EDIT: Added pics of Blake bringing Ryan a birthday present on the set of R.I.P.D. Sunday morning. It looks like something framed which must be awesome for Ryan considering how much she loves photography and, no, I’m not crying. Shut up.
Photos: Pacific Coast News