Jack Black now has a son. Another addition to the season of celebrity babies. I guess you’re not cool unless you give birth to something.
I’m already having headaches and am going, “Where is he going to pre-school? Am I going to put cameras in every room of my house to spy on babysitters to make sure they don’t shake the baby?”
I would be more worried about Jack Black shaking the baby after an impromptu baby verse alligator wrestling match because he lost. He’s the kind of dad that would teach the baby that white is blue and north is west.
Jack Black goes on to say he won’t let his son listen to Tenacious D. anytime soon, but he did not mention anything about watching The Neverending Story III, which may be worse. Jack Black has been testing my patience with his “comedy” lately so watch out Nacho Libre.
Jack Black at the premiere of Nacho Libre.
Well, whatever they end up naming his son, it can’t be as bad as Brangelina’s Piloh S**t or Geri Halliwell’s Bluebell Madonna.
I AM partial to Bob Geldof’s four daughter’s names: Fifi, Trixibelle, Peaches and Tigerlily.
Good times.