Imagine all the fun you’d have living with Jim Carrey and Jenny McCarthy. No really, try to imagine it.
It’d be awful, wouldn’t it? You’d be sitting there trying to quietly read the newspaper, and if Jim Carrey wasn’t trying to distract you by bellowing another imaginary conversation out loud to himself in 30 different madcap voices an inch from your face, then Jenny McCarthy would be flopping around like the world’s most inebriated attention-seeking circus clown. Or, worse still, they’d corner you and start lecturing you about spirituality and the dangers of modern vaccines. Ugh. Jim Carrey and Jenny McCarthy are the worst couple on Earth.
Or at least they were. According to their respective Twitter feeds, Jim Carrey and Jenny McCarthy have ended their five-year relationship. Good.
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Imagine how awesome it’d be if Jim Carrey was your dad. Wait, did we say ‘awesome’? We meant ‘soul-draining’.
We’d imagine that Jim Carrey would be the sort of parent who makes your friends say “Wow, your dad is so cool!” forcing you to explain to them that waking up every morning knowing that you’re about to be subjected to a tedious 45-minute comic improvisational display involving a spoon and pair of slippers has made your life a sheer unrelenting hell on earth.
Anyway, Jim Carrey does have a son – a six-year-old autistic boy called Evan. And even though Evan isn’t his and he’s not married to the woman who gave birth to Evan, Jim Carrey’s just gone on a march and told a magazine that Evan has ‘taught him how to love’, something that must bring tears of joy to the eyes of Jim Carrey’s 20-year-old biological daughter.
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