Don’t call Matt LeBlanc his Friends moniker Joey if you’re within five feet of him, because he
might give you a nice little beating in return.
The Mirror’s
3am found that out the hard way when she bumped into Matt at a London Fashion
Week party at Maddox on Tuesday night. Matt knocked into her table, sending a
few glasses flying, and it all went down a little like this:
3am: You all
right, Joey? How YOU do-in?
Crazy-eyed- Matt
Leblanc: I’m not Joey. Don’t you dare call me Joey. The papers say I’m
finished, so don’t call me f*cking Joey. I want to leave that all behind.
3am: OK, Joey, if
that’s how you feel. But what are you doing? Let’s be honest, Joey, that’s who
everyone knows you as.
Matt: I’m not
Joey. For the last time. I’m not f*cking Joey. It’s Matt. Matt LeBlanc. Joey’s
in the past. I’m trying to do something new.
3am: Like what,
Joey?
Matt: I’m gonna
do comedy. Working with the Friends
producers to do comedy in England. And it’s got nothing to do with Joey before
you ask.
Sweet Jesus, what a drama queen. I’m picturing him to
be cloaked in a fur coat, two hundred pounds heavier, with huge diamonds
dripping off of his fingers and neck, aka a female opera singer, because he’s
being so dramatic. Joey, just go smoke another joint (see below), and chill out. It’ll all
be okay. There are worse things than being called an idiotic Italian man that lost Rachel to the ugly nerd. Like being fat. Oh wait, you are.
[Matt LeBlanc gives us un-friendly reaction]
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