You know how sometimes you go to a movie and it's about an hour and twenty minutes in and you're all wrapped up in watching Wesley Snipes or whoever blow shit up and Matt Damon's about to get the girl but he doesn't know she's a cyborg programmed to blow up the Pentagon and you're full-on in suspension of disbelief mode and you don't even care that you just touched your face with your fingers that have been marinating in semi-viscous popcorn pomade and the zits are brewing and then, THEN, about two rows over, you hear the familiar tinny Nokia melody and the telltale glow of some chucklefuck answering his phone and saying, "Hey, what's up. I'm in a movie. Yeah, it's pretty good. I dunno. I might be hanging out later. Yeah. Yeah. I don't know. Blah blah blah blah I'm a d-bag blah"? And you think to yourself, "If there is any justice in this crazy, topsy-turvy world, that guy will die alone. Who, in good conscience, would ever love such a fully reprehensible creature?"
As it turns out, we have the answer to that question: Marcia Cross.
The Desperate Housewives star married some nonfamous guy, a money manager named Tom Mahoney, last Saturday. Imdb.com reports that it was a dream wedding in every sense of the term with the exception of one glaring misstep: the tool she married
A. had a cellular telephone on his person during his own wedding ceremony
B. failed to turn off the ringer on said cellular telephone during his own wedding ceremony.
And yes, the phone reportedly rang in the middle of the vows. What's more unbelievable than the fact that the groom's cell phone rang during his vows? The fact that his blushing bride reportedly found the whole plight hilarious. Said a wedding guest:
She couldn't contain her giggles.
Personally, we fail to see how a bride, who almost certainly used her own Hollywood earnings to splash out on her long-awaited fairy princess wedding, would "giggle" upon realizing that her almost-spouse is such an undeniable workaholic tool that he is unable to be parted from his precious electronic appendage for even the length of his I do's.
Unless his ringtone was something like "My Humps" or "Grillz." That's kind of giggle-worthy.
No need to get Desperate. Marcia's naked at MrSkin.com!
