Omigod, it’s true!

Vince Vaughn and Jennifer Aniston are still friends.

Good friends.

The kind of ‘friends’ who occasionally like to go to church practice a tandem one and a half in the lay-up position for the Olympics together. But only very late on Saturday nights. And only if Vince is willing to take a shower first.

What I want to know is…why? Why can’t Jen do better than Vince when she’s in the mood for some, uh, sexercise (Pity date, anyone?)

We all know why Vince can’t do better. This guy as a celebrity is a super dud.

Consider how badly he dresses for award shows and movie premieres. Brad Pitt in his workin’-in-New-Orleans-cotton-shirt-and-cargo-pants runs scorching circles of sexiness around this oaf.

Even Hollywood paparazzi can’t manage to catch Vince in anything but stained t-shirts and baggy old pants.

Remember his dazzling promotional repartee about his most recent movie, Fred Claus?

“My nephew Dexter saw a (Fred Claus) poster of me. My sister’s really upset with me because he’s four and obviously she wants to keep the Santa Claus thing going. “And he was like, `How does Uncle Vince know Santa Claus? And why hasn’t Uncle Vince introduced me to Santa Claus?’ He thought I was holding out on him.”

Blah, blah, blah. Boring!

Vince needs to learn how to actually have sex appeal as a celebrity, plus learn how to talk and dress like one. It’s sad that the most interesting thing about this guy is that he occasionally warms a bed with Jennifer Aniston and even that isn’t saying much.

Unless, of course, we’re that bored on a Saturday night that we even care.