So I was (cough cough) reading (and definately not oogling) my mom's People magazinelast night--the fifty most eligible bachelors? Yes, please. To paraphrase the Donnas, I'd do 50 boys in 50 nights. Hell, I'd do 50 boys in 50 hours, except for that I wouldn't like to kick out of bed at the sixty minute mark. Yum.
Anyway, after definately not oogling the magazine, I skimmed the rest of it, and came across a little sidebar.
Apparently, Alanis Morissette is engaged to Ryan Reynolds. Or, in other words, God is marrying Van Wilder.
Discuss.
