Well not really dumped. Not yet. But it sounds like she will be, because Jamie Kennedy is apparently nailing his ex girlfriend on the side. Fox News says…
“Jamie is still hung up on Shannon and has been telling her that,” says the source. “He also told her he had zero desire to go to the Tao event with [Love Hewiit], but Jen insisted they go together to put rumors to rest. Jamie decided he at least owed her that, so he appeased her and accompanied her to the event even though he’s pretty much checked out of the relationship.”
It sounds like Love Hewitt is not totally in the dark, however, according to Jamie’s pal.
“Jen knows things have really changed with them, but the public appearance is all part of her damage control plan. Unfortunately for her, it doesn’t seem Jamie is going to stay with Jen ultimately.”
This is a big story so I tracked Jennifer to a hotel in New York. I was tired of the lies. I wanted the truth. She said it was none of my business, and I said, “well okay then. I’ll just sit here and eat these donuts then.”
And then I took out a box of donuts. We both knew the stakes had been raised.
“What are you playing at,” she asked with a rage in her eyes.
I said, “Ooh nothin. Just having some … oops!”
And then I dropped the donut over the railing and down to the street below. It landed in an alley with a sickening thud.
She flinched a little and reached out to save the donut, but it was too late. The donut was gone. Then I took out another donut, a jelly with sprinkles, and threw that over the railing too.
“I’m a real butterfingers huh”, I said.
I put the box on the table between us. Two of the donuts were gone, it was too late for them. But ten more had yet to have their fate decided. I took another donut, a cinnamon dandy this time. I held it over the railing, then sent it back to hell.
“Why are you doing this?” she pleaded.
“Tell me what I want to know Jennifer”, I said as my hand went back to the box and hung over a chocolate bowtie.
I picked it up.
“Damn your black heart,” she said, then turned away and buried her face in her hands.
“What happens to this chocolate bowtie is up to you Jennifer. It can join the others in the trash, or…”
“No,” she interrupted. “Stop. I want to eat the donuts. I’ll tell you what you want to know.”
And, uh, well I forget what happened after that.
