
The New York Times recently announced the engagement of Jessie Fuller and Peyton “Buck” Rogers, who met on the set of the Will Ferrell comedy The Other Guys. As you can see, Will Ferrell got to photobomb their wedding announcement photo.
Mr. Rodgers said he had noticed that Ms. Fuller did not look like “a hardened production assistant” and approached her out of curiosity. Ms. Fuller, who had been leaning on a brownstone at the end of a 15-hour day in frigid weather, thought Mr. Rodgers was about to admonish her for slouching on the job.
“He asked me if I had been a production assistant before,” Ms. Fuller said. “I immediately thought he was very handsome, that he had beautiful eyes. But still, I thought he was coming to yell at me because I was sitting and production assistants are not supposed to sit.”
That night, after filming had finished, Mr. Rodgers found Ms. Fuller again. During a brief conversation, she told him that her dream was to write and produce chick flicks. That dream included working with her favorite writer and director, Nancy Meyers, who was in New York shooting the film “It’s Complicated.” In an instant, Mr. Rodgers called a friend on Ms. Meyers’s set, and arranged for Ms. Fuller to begin working there.
And then they got drunk and rubbed their sweaty genitals together and the rest is history. Wanna hear another romantic production assistant story? One time I was a production assistant on an infomercial about golf. The crew had to shoot down on the golf course and every once in a while come back to the grip truck to fetch equipment. My job was to stand next to the grip truck for the duration of the three-day shoot to make sure no one stole anything so they didn’t have to waste time locking and unlocking. My friends call me the human padlock.



That look on Will’s face?
His cock is out.
[Thanks to Michelle for the tip]
So you’re the cockblock who wouldn’t let me fuck a boom mic?
*tips hat, falls down
this is ferrells best work since bewitched.
My friends don’t call me anything. But they text me whenever I’m at a movie.
THIS WEDDING’S HORSESHIT!
Mr. Rodgers said he had noticed that Ms. Fuller did not look like “a hardened production assistant” and approached her out of curiosity.
Then he put on a cardigan, and changed his shoes three times.
Awww, another heartwarming story of a person who gets ahead on the strength of their own merits.
Haha, just fucking with you, imagine how much worse off she’d be if she were some sort of uggo?
She hasn’t met his parents yet, bust she has visited the residents of the magical land of puppets in his basement.
I like to imagine Ferrel talking to PA’s as the scene at the end of Old School.
One time I was a production assistant on an infomercial about golf. The crew had to shoot down on the golf course and every once in a while come back to the grip truck to fetch equipment. My job was to stand next to the grip truck for the duration of the three-day shoot to make sure no one stole anything
Yeah, yeah, we all fucked Tiger Woods…
Wiping down the Ultimate Alien Wedge after Roger Maltby explored his ass with it would’ve got you a cooler nickname.
I stopped reading at “hardened production assistant” and “leaning on a brownstone”. Not for lack of interest, but rather due to the powerful erection that propelled me out of my cubicle.
Dating someone who wants to watch chick flicks is hard enough. Why would you marry someone who wants to write them?
Just wait until one of them passes away and Brittany Murphy photobombs their obituary photo.
He also photobombed their sex tape.
Could be worse jack. He could be marrying Stephenie Meyer or Randi Mayem Singer (holy shit, one more letter and that would name would be the best name in the history of Metal).
Ms. Fuller had better toughen up. There’s no sitting in the kitchen.
Dane Cook, in a failed effort to steal the joke and the spotlight, plans to carbomb their wedding.
I met a Korean whose name tag said “Dane Cook”
It turns out that was his job, not his name.
When they get married, Ms. Fuller will go from being a production assistant to what all women were born to become. A reproduction assistant.
Not sure that “Dorf on Cock” qualifies as a golf infomercial.
All three of them look like serial killers in that photo. Also, if they have kids, their combined DNA is going to produce a wretched spawn with a proboscis, not a nose. Serious toucan shit going on there.
At the reception, Ferrell teabagged the wedding singer’s drum set.
This photobombing is a clear sign that the wedding will suck camel dick.