Oh Katharine McPhee, don’t you know that if you’re going to stick your tongue down the throat of a man that is not your husband, you should try to hide it a little? If for no other reason than to try and pretend you have a conscience or sense of morality?
Furthermore, if you’re going to cheat on your husband with some dude, wouldn’t it make more sense to go up a level rather than down? Like, maybe someone who could help your shittastic career and not the guy partly responsible for creating the crap that was “Smash?” But I guess you both decided to downgrade. Good job, guys.
Katharine McPhee tries to exude sweet and girl next door vibes, she has since she first came on the scene with American Idol. But considering she was the runner up to Grandpa faced Taylor Hicks, it seems that even back then the American public didn’t buy the bullshit she was selling. Now that she has been caught tramping it up homewrecker style, it seems that maybe the true Katharine is coming out.
McPhee got married to some way older dude named Nick Cokas in 2008 when she was 23. Maybe she is regretting tying her vag down for life to one dude at such a young age now, maybe she is sick of wrinkly balls tapping her on the chin? Who knows her reasons. Anyway, as of right now she is still married, and as far as anyone knew, happily.
Michael Morris is a director who has been married to actress Mary McCormack since 2003 and has 3 young kids. Again, totes marries and totes unavailable to be playing tonsil hockey with anyone other than McCormack.
Morris and McPhee met on the set of the fucking atrocious NBC flop “Smash.” Somehow even after wasting all that time and their minimal talent, they still found each other attractive enough to say “Let’s get it on!” And neither took into account the fact that they are each legally committed to another person, and in Morris’ case also a father to three daughters.
So they both went off and starting fucking, and took it all a step further by bringing their hoeness to the public and going out to eat together like they weren’t doing bad shit.
Then some photographers caught them making out, took some pictures, and boom- shots of them making out are everywhere. But I guess I do see where they thought they would have been okay going out to eat, because what paparazzi is really that desperate for something that they are following around Katharine McPhee?
So now McPhee’s people are trying to say she did nothing wrong because she has been separated from her husband secretly for months, and are basically throwing Morris under the bus as the bad guy in this situation.
Morris’ wife on the other hand has smartly thrown his ass out of their home and into the street like his dog ass deserves. Either way, considering the world doesn’t have to be subjected to seeing McPhee prance around on screen pouting like a b-level Marilyn Monroe, I personally don’t give a crap what is going on in their private lives. Because we all end up winning!