
Among the most adored stars of his generation is Keanu Reeves. Maybe nobody who has ever met him would say anything negative about him. Thus, many were worried when the well-liked actor disclosed something bad that had happened to him.
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The 59-year-old actor talked about how he suffered a broken kneecap during production.Renowned for his action-packed career that includes hits like The Matrix and the John Wick series, Reeves disclosed how something relatively harmless killed him.
Colbert inquired of Reeves, “What took place? How did they get to you?

In a lighthearted yet tough man voice, the actor retorted, “No one got to me,” then added, “Accident got to me.”
“Did you jump from one building to another? Were you rolling over sharp objects like razor blades? How did you spend the time? Stephen enquired more.
“No, Stephen, I was entering a room that served as the dressing room. I’ll tell you right away,” Keanu said.

Keanu revealed that it occurred during the filming of a segment with Aziz Ansari and Seth Rogen for the upcoming comedy Good Fortune. Keanu was having fun in the frigid plunge that the three of them were in. He began performing the “cold shuffle” in a room with protected carpeting after they were done. Sadly, while he was doing so, his foot got caught in a pocket.
Keanu got up to stroll in front of Stephen’s desk and illustrate what had happened by demonstrating the weakness in his knee. “I also spiked.” Like, spiked,” he murmured, imitating his own experience. “Just rammed it into the earth.”
“My kneecap, or patella, broke like a chipped potato. But I was unaware of that. However, once my knee burst, Keanu continued.

Keanu joked, “Comedy is hard, man.”
Stephen reiterated, “Aziz and Rogen were not in an action movie.”
No, Keanu said, “It was comedy.”
“Greetings from my life,” Stephen said.

In January of this year, Keanu was seen filming with an ice pack applied to his knee while using crutches.
In addition to starring, Good Fortune marks Aziz Ansari’s directing debut. Alongside Sandra Oh and Keke Palmer, the actor co-wrote and co-produced the film.
My Maid of Honor Declined to Wear the Dress I Selected for Her – Her Alternative Outfit at My Wedding Astonished Me

When Jessie’s maid of honor, Emily, showed up in a dress that Jessie didn’t pick, her picture-perfect wedding day took an unexpected turn. Emily’s shocking attire sparked chaos, setting the stage for some sweet payback.
Hey everyone, Jessie here! Two weeks ago, I married the love of my life, Kevin. It should’ve been the happiest day ever, right? Well, thanks to my so-called best friend, let’s just say it became a story for the ages — and not in a good way.
Emily, my supposed best friend, the woman I’d chosen as my maid of honor, managed to steal the spotlight in the most outrageous way possible…
Emily and I have been best friends since we were knee-high to a grasshopper. We practically grew up together.
Now, don’t get me wrong, Emily’s a great friend, supportive and always there for me. But there’s this one tiny, well, not-so-tiny detail about her — she’s a tad competitive.
It started small, you know, harmless races on the playground to see who could reach the swings first. In high school, it was all about grades—who could snag the highest GPA.

Then came college, and suddenly, it was about who could throw the most epic birthday bash. You name it, we “competed” at it. But hey, that was all in good fun, right? Or so I thought.
Despite her win-at-all-costs streak and arrogance, we always managed to stay close. I never really saw it as a competition; I just figured a little healthy rivalry pushed us both to be better.
We navigated life together, from scraped knees on the playground to the corporate jungle of our careers.
And when my boyfriend Kevin popped the question, there was no doubt in my mind who’d be my maid of honor—Emily, obviously.
Planning the wedding was a whirlwind of excitement. I wanted everything perfect, down to the last detail. Romantic elegance was the theme, with soft hues of lavender and blush creating a dreamy spring garden vibe.
The bridesmaids’ dresses were a beautiful shade of lavender, the perfect complement to the whole aesthetic. I mean, I was paying for everything, dresses included, so naturally, I wanted everyone to look stunning and harmonious.
The day of the final fitting arrived, and Emily came over, all smiles and sunshine.
But as soon as she saw the dress I’d picked for her, her smile completely vanished. She held the lavender fabric at arm’s length like it was some kind of contagious disease.
“Uh, Jess,” she mumbled, “I don’t think I can wear this.”
“What? Why not?” I furrowed my brow, completely confused. This was the dress we’d all picked out together, the one everyone agreed on. And it was gorgeous.
“This color just washes me out,” she whined. “I’ll look like a ghost in it.”
Honestly, that was a stretch. The dress would look amazing on her, like it was practically made for her curves. But Emily was never one to back down from an argument, especially when it came to “winning.”
“Come on, Em,” I tried to reassure her, “it’s the same dress everyone else is wearing. You would look beautiful, trust me.”
But she wasn’t having it. She huffed and puffed, making a scene about how unflattering the dress was and how she just couldn’t possibly walk down the aisle looking like a pale ghost.
My patience started to wear thin, but you know how it is with bridesmaids, especially your best friend. You just don’t want any drama, right? So, I caved.
I reluctantly agreed to let her pick out another dress, hoping she’d at least choose something that wouldn’t clash with the whole lavender theme.
Fast forward to the wedding day. Everything was picture-perfect — the flowers, the venue, even the weather cooperated and decided to bless us with a beautiful spring day.
Butterflies danced in my stomach as I stood at the altar, waiting for the music to cue the bridal party entrance. My bridesmaids walked down the aisle one by one, looking stunning in their lavender dresses, just as planned.
Then came Emily’s turn.
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