Ooooh and we are back to the classic tweet and delete
Someone's getting worried - good! I'd love Anne to rock up to court with a load if evidence connecting the sock accounts to mAlice; queue getting arrested on the spot
Ioan Gruffudd & Alice Evans #191 The Deeply Irritating Presence of Evans
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Someone's getting worried - good! I'd love Anne to rock up to court with a load if evidence connecting the sock accounts to mAlice; queue getting arrested on the spot
If they are so offended about what we say about the girls appearance, then maybe run a brush through their hair 
It makes me laugh that she complained to Ioan that she spent āhoursā with Celia and Piers Morgan trying to help Ioanās career. In classic histrionic style she tried to publicly parade Piers and Celia as her closest friends but Piers looked uncomfortable with Alice and he dumped her the first chance he got. Heās quite the narc himself but he obviously knows a fame bleep when he sees one.
I haven't seen that one yet. Is it on youtube?I rewatched the old TMZ after birthday party video where Ioan is guiding TheGob to the car as fast as he can because she is very drunk. Ioan looks very uncomfortable and embarrassed. She isn't right.
About this book ... aside from everything else, how is it going to come to fruition in the first place? Ghostwriter? An experienced ghostwriter will charge from $40.000 upwards for a book project, so unless Alice hires someone without credentials, she wonāt be able to afford this.
If she plans on writing the book herself, she will be in for a surprise. Writing a book ā let alone a good one ā is not only difficult, but it requires discipline and structure. A lot of it. It might be a bit of a stretch to expect this from someone who doesnāt even manage to remember what she tweeted two hours ago.
For the sake of argument, letās imagine for a moment that she actually does find a publisher. The thought of the conversations between her and whoever is assigned to edit her Åuvre makes me want to start a GoFundMe for the poor bastard's therapy sessions.
If she plans on writing the book herself, she will be in for a surprise. Writing a book ā let alone a good one ā is not only difficult, but it requires discipline and structure. A lot of it. It might be a bit of a stretch to expect this from someone who doesnāt even manage to remember what she tweeted two hours ago.
For the sake of argument, letās imagine for a moment that she actually does find a publisher. The thought of the conversations between her and whoever is assigned to edit her Åuvre makes me want to start a GoFundMe for the poor bastard's therapy sessions.
E: Alice, I think we might want to remove this passage claiming that Bianca has been planning to kill your kids since before she met Ioan. Not only is it actionable, but it makes you sound a bit ... well, irrational.
Silence. Alice straightens her spine and, in slow motion, rises to her feet and takes a deep, shaky breath.
A: What did you just say to me?
E: I meant no offence, I ...
A: Let me tell you something, Mister I-became-an-editor-because-I-failed-as-a-writer. This book is about ME! About MY TRUTH! I was gagged, you hear me, GAGGED for three years, and now the world will finally hear MY TRUTH, because itās THE truth! Are you listening, fucko?
The editor swallows. Sweat starts trickling down his spine.
E: Y-yes.
A: So WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME? Do you know who I am? Iām a woman who had a stellar acting career when I chose ā CHOSE! ā to give it all up for my cheating pussy of a husband and my kids, who love me more than life itself! Iām bedbound 80% of the time, and I still raised 2 kids, looked after the house, cared for my terminally ill brother and my terminally ill nanny, homeschooled my children and managed my husbandās career! Where would he be without me, that bleeping loser? And YOU LITTLE tit have the nerve to question me?
E: I just thought ...
Alice breaks into angry tears and wipes her face with her scarf, smudging her vermilion lipstick in the process. Mimicking the editorās tone, she slams her fist on the table.
A: You just thought, you just thought! Well, think again, you ... you typist! Youāre supposed toā
She stops dead mid-sentence. Her eyes narrow as she stares down at the editor, whose lips are now visibly trembling. The room temperature seems to drop by several degrees when Alice places her hands on the table and lowers her voice to a hollow whisper.
A: She sent you, didnāt she?
The editor looks up in confusion.
E: Who? What are you talking about?
A sudden shriek pierces the fraught silence. The editor stares on in horror as Alice begins to scream in a high-pitched voice that reminds him of fingernails on a chalkboard.
A: She sent you! BIANCA SENT YOU, YOU SON OF A witch! Youāre here to take my beautiful BABEEEEZ from me, to bring them to her! And Ioan is in on it, isnāt he? HE WANTS THEM DEAD TOO! And then THEYāLL COME FOR ME! Thatās the plan! BABEEEEZ! MY BABEEEEZ! Come and stand up for Mummy! HELP ME!
E: Alice, please calm down! Youāre making no sense! Iāll call 911, and weāll get you all the help you need, okay?
Alice knocks the phone from his hand and clutches her scarf as she storms to the door, her golden ankle boots gleaming in the pale overhead lights like rays of sunshine.
A: GRUFFUUUUUUDD! GRUFFUUUUUUDD!
The echo of her howls grows ever fainter until nothing remains but the reverberation of a tortured sob the editor thinks sounds a bit like the word āLupineā. With shaking hands, he gathers his notes and makes his way to his bossās office.
Which is when he remembers that he has promised his daughter to watch 102 Dalmatians with her tonight.
And he starts screaming.
Silence. Alice straightens her spine and, in slow motion, rises to her feet and takes a deep, shaky breath.
A: What did you just say to me?
E: I meant no offence, I ...
A: Let me tell you something, Mister I-became-an-editor-because-I-failed-as-a-writer. This book is about ME! About MY TRUTH! I was gagged, you hear me, GAGGED for three years, and now the world will finally hear MY TRUTH, because itās THE truth! Are you listening, fucko?
The editor swallows. Sweat starts trickling down his spine.
E: Y-yes.
A: So WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME? Do you know who I am? Iām a woman who had a stellar acting career when I chose ā CHOSE! ā to give it all up for my cheating pussy of a husband and my kids, who love me more than life itself! Iām bedbound 80% of the time, and I still raised 2 kids, looked after the house, cared for my terminally ill brother and my terminally ill nanny, homeschooled my children and managed my husbandās career! Where would he be without me, that bleeping loser? And YOU LITTLE tit have the nerve to question me?
E: I just thought ...
Alice breaks into angry tears and wipes her face with her scarf, smudging her vermilion lipstick in the process. Mimicking the editorās tone, she slams her fist on the table.
A: You just thought, you just thought! Well, think again, you ... you typist! Youāre supposed toā
She stops dead mid-sentence. Her eyes narrow as she stares down at the editor, whose lips are now visibly trembling. The room temperature seems to drop by several degrees when Alice places her hands on the table and lowers her voice to a hollow whisper.
A: She sent you, didnāt she?
The editor looks up in confusion.
E: Who? What are you talking about?
A sudden shriek pierces the fraught silence. The editor stares on in horror as Alice begins to scream in a high-pitched voice that reminds him of fingernails on a chalkboard.
A: She sent you! BIANCA SENT YOU, YOU SON OF A witch! Youāre here to take my beautiful BABEEEEZ from me, to bring them to her! And Ioan is in on it, isnāt he? HE WANTS THEM DEAD TOO! And then THEYāLL COME FOR ME! Thatās the plan! BABEEEEZ! MY BABEEEEZ! Come and stand up for Mummy! HELP ME!
E: Alice, please calm down! Youāre making no sense! Iāll call 911, and weāll get you all the help you need, okay?
Alice knocks the phone from his hand and clutches her scarf as she storms to the door, her golden ankle boots gleaming in the pale overhead lights like rays of sunshine.
A: GRUFFUUUUUUDD! GRUFFUUUUUUDD!
The echo of her howls grows ever fainter until nothing remains but the reverberation of a tortured sob the editor thinks sounds a bit like the word āLupineā. With shaking hands, he gathers his notes and makes his way to his bossās office.
Which is when he remembers that he has promised his daughter to watch 102 Dalmatians with her tonight.
And he starts screaming.
OMG OMG I think you should write a book!!! This is amazing!!!About this book ... aside from everything else, how is it going to come to fruition in the first place? Ghostwriter? An experienced ghostwriter will charge from $40.000 upwards for a book project, so unless Alice hires someone without credentials, she wonāt be able to afford this.
If she plans on writing the book herself, she will be in for a surprise. Writing a book ā let alone a good one ā is not only difficult, but it requires discipline and structure. A lot of it. It might be a bit of a stretch to expect this from someone who doesnāt even manage to remember what she tweeted two hours ago.
For the sake of argument, letās imagine for a moment that she actually does find a publisher. The thought of the conversations between her and whoever is assigned to edit her Åuvre makes me want to start a GoFundMe for the poor bastard's therapy sessions.
E: Alice, I think we might want to remove this passage claiming that Bianca has been planning to kill your kids since before she met Ioan. Not only is it actionable, but it makes you sound a bit ... well, irrational.
Silence. Alice straightens her spine and, in slow motion, rises to her feet and takes a deep, shaky breath.
A: What did you just say to me?
E: I meant no offence, I ...
A: Let me tell you something, Mister I-became-an-editor-because-I-failed-as-a-writer. This book is about ME! About MY TRUTH! I was gagged, you hear me, GAGGED for three years, and now the world will finally hear MY TRUTH, because itās THE truth! Are you listening, fucko?
The editor swallows. Sweat starts trickling down his spine.
E: Y-yes.
A: So WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME? Do you know who I am? Iām a woman who had a stellar acting career when I chose ā CHOSE! ā to give it all up for my cheating pussy of a husband and my kids, who love me more than life itself! Iām bedbound 80% of the time, and I still raised 2 kids, looked after the house, cared for my terminally ill brother and my terminally ill nanny, homeschooled my children and managed my husbandās career! Where would he be without me, that bleeping loser? And YOU LITTLE tit have the nerve to question me?
E: I just thought ...
Alice breaks into angry tears and wipes her face with her scarf, smudging her vermilion lipstick in the process. Mimicking the editorās tone, she slams her fist on the table.
A: You just thought, you just thought! Well, think again, you ... you typist! Youāre supposed toā
She stops dead mid-sentence. Her eyes narrow as she stares down at the editor, whose lips are now visibly trembling. The room temperature seems to drop by several degrees when Alice places her hands on the table and lowers her voice to a hollow whisper.
A: She sent you, didnāt she?
The editor looks up in confusion.
E: Who? What are you talking about?
A sudden shriek pierces the fraught silence. The editor stares on in horror as Alice begins to scream in a high-pitched voice that reminds him of fingernails on a chalkboard.
A: She sent you! BIANCA SENT YOU, YOU SON OF A witch! Youāre here to take my beautiful BABEEEEZ from me, to bring them to her! And Ioan is in on it, isnāt he? HE WANTS THEM DEAD TOO! And then THEYāLL COME FOR ME! Thatās the plan! BABEEEEZ! MY BABEEEEZ! Come and stand up for Mummy! HELP ME!
E: Alice, please calm down! Youāre making no sense! Iāll call 911, and weāll get you all the help you need, okay?
Alice knocks the phone from his hand and clutches her scarf as she storms to the door, her golden ankle boots gleaming in the pale overhead lights like rays of sunshine.
A: GRUFFUUUUUUDD! GRUFFUUUUUUDD!
The echo of her howls grows ever fainter until nothing remains but the reverberation of a tortured sob the editor thinks sounds a bit like the word āLupineā. With shaking hands, he gathers his notes and makes his way to his bossās office.
Which is when he remembers that he has promised his daughter to watch 102 Dalmatians with her tonight.
And he starts screaming.
Nailed!Bore da Tattlers,
Well Tone is saying good luck to Alice for today, this confirming this RO against Ioan from Ella is of course all about Alice. Spectacular own goal Tone.
The NZ account has gone quiet after doxxing herself I see, yet another own goal there. These fools should play for England. That Tam account is once again making accusations with absolutely no merit, just talking into the void. The reach Alice once had has been reduced to about two nobodies liking tweets from a sock account, yup another own goal from team Alice.
Did I miss anything else?
Nailed!
And nailed again !
Want more ?
And far more entertaining than anything AE could write. I think it should be on the wiki.OMG OMG I think you should write a book!!! This is amazing!!!
It's on TMZ
Mr. Fantastic's Wife: Simon Likes Trannies!
Ioan Gruffudd's wife can really throw 'em back!
www.tmz.com
Yup and she yells out to the paps as their car is pulling out "Simon Cowell sleeps with trannies!". duck, the absolute state of it (as our Craig would opine)!!!
Talk about HPD in action - attention seeking, sleazy and completely untrue.
@Bridgeofsighs snap!!!
Story of doomAbout this book ... aside from everything else, how is it going to come to fruition in the first place? Ghostwriter? An experienced ghostwriter will charge from $40.000 upwards for a book project, so unless Alice hires someone without credentials, she wonāt be able to afford this.
If she plans on writing the book herself, she will be in for a surprise. Writing a book ā let alone a good one ā is not only difficult, but it requires discipline and structure. A lot of it. It might be a bit of a stretch to expect this from someone who doesnāt even manage to remember what she tweeted two hours ago.
For the sake of argument, letās imagine for a moment that she actually does find a publisher. The thought of the conversations between her and whoever is assigned to edit her Åuvre makes me want to start a GoFundMe for the poor bastard's therapy sessions.
E: Alice, I think we might want to remove this passage claiming that Bianca has been planning to kill your kids since before she met Ioan. Not only is it actionable, but it makes you sound a bit ... well, irrational.
Silence. Alice straightens her spine and, in slow motion, rises to her feet and takes a deep, shaky breath.
A: What did you just say to me?
E: I meant no offence, I ...
A: Let me tell you something, Mister I-became-an-editor-because-I-failed-as-a-writer. This book is about ME! About MY TRUTH! I was gagged, you hear me, GAGGED for three years, and now the world will finally hear MY TRUTH, because itās THE truth! Are you listening, fucko?
The editor swallows. Sweat starts trickling down his spine.
E: Y-yes.
A: So WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME? Do you know who I am? Iām a woman who had a stellar acting career when I chose ā CHOSE! ā to give it all up for my cheating pussy of a husband and my kids, who love me more than life itself! Iām bedbound 80% of the time, and I still raised 2 kids, looked after the house, cared for my terminally ill brother and my terminally ill nanny, homeschooled my children and managed my husbandās career! Where would he be without me, that bleeping loser? And YOU LITTLE tit have the nerve to question me?
E: I just thought ...
Alice breaks into angry tears and wipes her face with her scarf, smudging her vermilion lipstick in the process. Mimicking the editorās tone, she slams her fist on the table.
A: You just thought, you just thought! Well, think again, you ... you typist! Youāre supposed toā
She stops dead mid-sentence. Her eyes narrow as she stares down at the editor, whose lips are now visibly trembling. The room temperature seems to drop by several degrees when Alice places her hands on the table and lowers her voice to a hollow whisper.
A: She sent you, didnāt she?
The editor looks up in confusion.
E: Who? What are you talking about?
A sudden shriek pierces the fraught silence. The editor stares on in horror as Alice begins to scream in a high-pitched voice that reminds him of fingernails on a chalkboard.
A: She sent you! BIANCA SENT YOU, YOU SON OF A witch! Youāre here to take my beautiful BABEEEEZ from me, to bring them to her! And Ioan is in on it, isnāt he? HE WANTS THEM DEAD TOO! And then THEYāLL COME FOR ME! Thatās the plan! BABEEEEZ! MY BABEEEEZ! Come and stand up for Mummy! HELP ME!
E: Alice, please calm down! Youāre making no sense! Iāll call 911, and weāll get you all the help you need, okay?
Alice knocks the phone from his hand and clutches her scarf as she storms to the door, her golden ankle boots gleaming in the pale overhead lights like rays of sunshine.
A: GRUFFUUUUUUDD! GRUFFUUUUUUDD!
The echo of her howls grows ever fainter until nothing remains but the reverberation of a tortured sob the editor thinks sounds a bit like the word āLupineā. With shaking hands, he gathers his notes and makes his way to his bossās office.
Which is when he remembers that he has promised his daughter to watch 102 Dalmatians with her tonight.
And he starts screaming.
Are you a writer? If not, you should be ! Please do not tell MAlice she will only grift your time for that fookin book
@Arctic Ocean wrote:
If she plans on writing the book herself, she will be in for a surprise. Writing a book ā let alone a good one ā is not only difficult, but it requires discipline and structure. A lot of it. It might be a bit of a stretch to expect this from someone who doesnāt even manage to remember what she tweeted two hours ago.
One of the remaining aggressive FM is a āwriterā about things like Fibro, rants about doctors who are cautious in prescribing opioids and other topics (not the cervix sex one). This FM said on twitter recently she offered to help AE with the ābookā but sounds like AE is too busy ranting and running sock accounts to have discipline to put together coherent rage tome for publication. I actually did think her IVF article was good many years ago - and some of her other pieces back before the brain fog set in showed she had education and ability (although who knows how much they may have been edited ) . Again if she hadnāt gone full bunny boiler rage, she might have found a good niche for employment and opportunity- especially if she showed a progress to become healthier and work towards benefit of girls by allowing co-parenting. But it is more important to destroy BW , and to a lesser degree IG b/c in her foolish mind (as evidenced by recent socks) - if BW eventually drops IG, she can shame him back to her (btw not the girls as she tries to allude through socks).
Also I wonder if the āaccidental photosā is the ONE photo that the Reunion director or IG posted way back of cast sitting on beach in silhouette that sharp tattlers noted was actually taken or included BW? I canāt recall b/c there has been SO much nonsense from AE since. But it was ONE photo. And hardly evidence of multiple year affair. This was when they definitely had begun relationship in France!
If she plans on writing the book herself, she will be in for a surprise. Writing a book ā let alone a good one ā is not only difficult, but it requires discipline and structure. A lot of it. It might be a bit of a stretch to expect this from someone who doesnāt even manage to remember what she tweeted two hours ago.
One of the remaining aggressive FM is a āwriterā about things like Fibro, rants about doctors who are cautious in prescribing opioids and other topics (not the cervix sex one). This FM said on twitter recently she offered to help AE with the ābookā but sounds like AE is too busy ranting and running sock accounts to have discipline to put together coherent rage tome for publication. I actually did think her IVF article was good many years ago - and some of her other pieces back before the brain fog set in showed she had education and ability (although who knows how much they may have been edited ) . Again if she hadnāt gone full bunny boiler rage, she might have found a good niche for employment and opportunity- especially if she showed a progress to become healthier and work towards benefit of girls by allowing co-parenting. But it is more important to destroy BW , and to a lesser degree IG b/c in her foolish mind (as evidenced by recent socks) - if BW eventually drops IG, she can shame him back to her (btw not the girls as she tries to allude through socks).
Also I wonder if the āaccidental photosā is the ONE photo that the Reunion director or IG posted way back of cast sitting on beach in silhouette that sharp tattlers noted was actually taken or included BW? I canāt recall b/c there has been SO much nonsense from AE since. But it was ONE photo. And hardly evidence of multiple year affair. This was when they definitely had begun relationship in France!
Piss at a fart in 2008. I bet she was constantly embarrassing Ioan but he had married her by then so he has to make the best of it.
duck me that is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO absolutely on the button! The hilarious plot twist will be the best seller of a book that the Editor writes about his insane roller coaster of an experience with Alice Evans - it will be along the lines of making Hunter S. Thompson and Charlie Manson look sane in comparison. It will remain on the best seller lists for years and will be made into a series of True Crime/ reality films that knock the socks off Betty Broderick. Betty will be trying to sue Alice from the clink for dimming her spotlight.Story of doom
Are you a writer? If not, you should be ! Please do not tell MAlice she will only grift your time for that fookin book
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YikesAnd far more entertaining than anything AE could write. I think it should be on the wiki.
It's on TMZ
Mr. Fantastic's Wife: Simon Likes Trannies!
Ioan Gruffudd's wife can really throw 'em back!
Alice might as well just put a link to TMZ on her wiki 
ETA, actually not joking, the links to the court DVRO documents, the car park, the tran** comment video and the Tweets where she is telling black people how to vote should be under a section 'Controversies'
She is truly an entitled Karen abusive racist homophobe, along with all her other 'exceptional' qualities - and the best thing is, ITS ALL IN HER OWN WORDS.
ETA, actually not joking, the links to the court DVRO documents, the car park, the tran** comment video and the Tweets where she is telling black people how to vote should be under a section 'Controversies'
She is truly an entitled Karen abusive racist homophobe, along with all her other 'exceptional' qualities - and the best thing is, ITS ALL IN HER OWN WORDS.
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About this book ... aside from everything else, how is it going to come to fruition in the first place? Ghostwriter? An experienced ghostwriter will charge from $40.000 upwards for a book project, so unless Alice hires someone without credentials, she wonāt be able to afford this.
If she plans on writing the book herself, she will be in for a surprise. Writing a book ā let alone a good one ā is not only difficult, but it requires discipline and structure. A lot of it. It might be a bit of a stretch to expect this from someone who doesnāt even manage to remember what she tweeted two hours ago.
For the sake of argument, letās imagine for a moment that she actually does find a publisher. The thought of the conversations between her and whoever is assigned to edit her Åuvre makes me want to start a GoFundMe for the poor bastard's therapy sessions.
E: Alice, I think we might want to remove this passage claiming that Bianca has been planning to kill your kids since before she met Ioan. Not only is it actionable, but it makes you sound a bit ... well, irrational.
Silence. Alice straightens her spine and, in slow motion, rises to her feet and takes a deep, shaky breath.
A: What did you just say to me?
E: I meant no offence, I ...
A: Let me tell you something, Mister I-became-an-editor-because-I-failed-as-a-writer. This book is about ME! About MY TRUTH! I was gagged, you hear me, GAGGED for three years, and now the world will finally hear MY TRUTH, because itās THE truth! Are you listening, fucko?
The editor swallows. Sweat starts trickling down his spine.
E: Y-yes.
A: So WHO ARE YOU TO QUESTION ME? Do you know who I am? Iām a woman who had a stellar acting career when I chose ā CHOSE! ā to give it all up for my cheating pussy of a husband and my kids, who love me more than life itself! Iām bedbound 80% of the time, and I still raised 2 kids, looked after the house, cared for my terminally ill brother and my terminally ill nanny, homeschooled my children and managed my husbandās career! Where would he be without me, that bleeping loser? And YOU LITTLE tit have the nerve to question me?
E: I just thought ...
Alice breaks into angry tears and wipes her face with her scarf, smudging her vermilion lipstick in the process. Mimicking the editorās tone, she slams her fist on the table.
A: You just thought, you just thought! Well, think again, you ... you typist! Youāre supposed toā
She stops dead mid-sentence. Her eyes narrow as she stares down at the editor, whose lips are now visibly trembling. The room temperature seems to drop by several degrees when Alice places her hands on the table and lowers her voice to a hollow whisper.
A: She sent you, didnāt she?
The editor looks up in confusion.
E: Who? What are you talking about?
A sudden shriek pierces the fraught silence. The editor stares on in horror as Alice begins to scream in a high-pitched voice that reminds him of fingernails on a chalkboard.
A: She sent you! BIANCA SENT YOU, YOU SON OF A witch! Youāre here to take my beautiful BABEEEEZ from me, to bring them to her! And Ioan is in on it, isnāt he? HE WANTS THEM DEAD TOO! And then THEYāLL COME FOR ME! Thatās the plan! BABEEEEZ! MY BABEEEEZ! Come and stand up for Mummy! HELP ME!
E: Alice, please calm down! Youāre making no sense! Iāll call 911, and weāll get you all the help you need, okay?
Alice knocks the phone from his hand and clutches her scarf as she storms to the door, her golden ankle boots gleaming in the pale overhead lights like rays of sunshine.
A: GRUFFUUUUUUDD! GRUFFUUUUUUDD!
The echo of her howls grows ever fainter until nothing remains but the reverberation of a tortured sob the editor thinks sounds a bit like the word āLupineā. With shaking hands, he gathers his notes and makes his way to his bossās office.
Which is when he remembers that he has promised his daughter to watch 102 Dalmatians with her tonight.
And he starts screaming.
I love it! I love it! In factā¦I WANT MORE!
Bravo
Eeeh we have some clever Turds donāt we.
No wonder the socks and remaining FMās hate us all with a passion. Those poor souls have no humour and canāt string a cohesive sentence together half of the time. Poor sods
Heck of an advert for sobriety.
Iām not surprised now that he doesnāt drink alcohol anymore, probably saw enough of it when he was married to her.
Omg. First time Iāve seen that. Why oh why would you say that! Bet they werenāt invited to much after that. I get the feeling IG was really fed up there and embarrassed. Wonder what gobby said inside!And far more entertaining than anything AE could write. I think it should be on the wiki.
It's on TMZ
Mr. Fantastic's Wife: Simon Likes Trannies!
Ioan Gruffudd's wife can really throw 'em back!
Thatās true she doesnāt need luck. She needs a very experienced therapist.
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