David Arquette at the new nightclub opening of Bootsy Bellows in West Hollywood. (June 26, 2012) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Splash News, WENN
This is not creepy at all you guys!…
Pretty much my thought exactly. This won’t make me have hellish nightmares. Not at all.
“Dance, my little puppets! DANCE!”
“NO, David Arquette puppet! Don’t cheat on Courtney Cox puppet! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
“No Dark Helmet, I did not see you playing with dolls again…”
David Arquette. Bootsy Bellows. Marionettes…
Cue the smoke machine and the dwarf.
Hi, David. Still on drugs I see
“Damn, these little fuckers are heavy!”
Accept my voodoo sacrifice and grant me back my career!!
Must have been a bad photo yesterday, Travolta looks a lot more relaxed with his wife here
Arquette is using a somewhat larger system to facilitate Lindsay Lohan’s ‘acting’ in the Liz Taylor movie.
You don’t want to be the old guy in the club. He ain’t really old, just a little too old to be in the club.
This picture is exactly what Chris Rock was talking about.
Quite possibly the classiest way to be caught playing with yourself.
Nothing says, “I’m doing well” like having to put on a marionette show at a new nightclub opening in Hollywood.
Look into my eyes you two cake dancing fucks
You look like two douche bags who think they’re in love
You think you’ll get married, get laid and be pleased?
Get shitfaced and swim in your pool with stuffed geese?
NO, Goddammit, that shit is a lie!
You can’t stand around naked with Jen dropping by
To complain about Braaaaad and that chick she calls Satan
While you munch on egg whites, avocado and bacon
And where are the kids? What, you don’t know?
Well I guess you better get up and turn off your show
Bitch, shut up, a games not a show
And if it weren’t for you frontin’, I’d be in the front row
I’m sorry, I can’t watch as you two do the same
So please close your eyes, coz here comes the pain!
So this is the scene at “Bootsy Bellows”, some new watering hole in Hollywood.
If you have enemies, take them there.
Did Being John Malkovich really need a direct-to-DVD sequel?
Somehow I expected “Being David Arquette” to involve hookers, blow, and tranny siblings.
“I commnad you to have sex with me!”
What … and give up show business?
Courtney must be thinking: I got out just in time!
The thing that’s always bothered me about puppets is the cold, dead shine of their eyes. It’s too obvious that there’s no soul, no real conscious or conscience inside. See, if you look at the picture…
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