Hey, guys, Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore are no longer living in sin (like you probably are doing at this moment, you dirty, dirty sinners). Yea, they’re married! Our wait is over! Whoo . . . hoo?

Seriously, this marriage could not get any less interesting if involved Rob Thomas officiating the ceremony and a sack of whole-wheat flour serving as maid of honor. Actually now that we think about it that might have even added to the interest. There was a time, back in those innocent days before TomKat made us reevaluate what a celebrity couple should be, that Ashton and Demi seemed like an exciting and even shocking celebrity mish mash. He’s young! She’s old! They hang out with her ex-husband! Yea! But then one too many pregnancy rumors and alleged wedding plans made the pair sink into Goldie Hawn and Kurt Russell levels of boring. We just don’t care anymore. Show us a couple who has an ex-spouse downing jello shots and throwing handfuls of cake at the reception and screaming that his ex is a dirty cradle-robbing tramp, and then we’ll get excited. But when the ex is a loving part of the secret ceremony (along with such yawn-inducing “celebrities” as Lucy Liu, Wilmer Valderrama, Soleil Moon Frye, and George "Henry" Gaynes) we’d rather take a small overdose of codeine and sleep until Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes have a couple movies to promote and finally make each other man and beard.

Check out Demi's wedded tits at MrSkin.com.

And toy boy Ashton at MaleStars.com.