Gerry at the beach
It’s expired. You can’t possibly use Dear Frankie anymore as a quiveration rationalisation for Gerard Butler. Or Phantom of the Opera, and he was gross in that anyway.
As for his boorish grunting in 300 – that’s done too. At least the body is.
So let’s recap shall we?
Gerry has no real discernable talents. He makes terrible movies. His saliva gathers at the corners of his mouth when he masticate-talks. And he’s no longer ripped. And he cannot wear a pair of pants without his thighs rubbing against each other. And he’s a f-cking pig. A sexist, misogynist pig.
So Why Is Gerard Butler?
There is no moist for Spittle in this house. Never moist for Spittle in this house.
Here he is on holiday in Barbados this weekend. Not sure who the broad is, not sure it matters either. He won’t know her by morning.
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