When My Hot Celebrity Dreams Become Nightmares
Hell’s Yeah!
Back in the day, I had naughty, naughty dreams about Mickey Rourke. Since I am a class act, I won’t kiss and tell, but suffice it to say there were midgets, leather, toothless hookers, chainsaws, gallons of lubricants and blacklights. You do the math.
But now, I am afraid my once beloved fantasy fodder didn’t just hit the wall, it looks like the wall hit him. Or, should I say it crushed his face into a thousand pieces. Then Mickey, being the crazy bastard he is, went to Tijuana to have it comestically corrected. But instead of getting a board certified surgeon to handle this delicate procedure, a mysterious man on a donkey with a limp and a rusty toolbox filled in and this is the result of that specific set of circumstances:
Hells NO!!!
Source: Props to the hotness that is MK at D-Listed
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Holy crap! Looks like the only thing Dr. Frankenstien forgot were the neck bolts.
Comment by D-Bomb — February 5, 2007 @ 5:37 am
Maybe his stylist used some camoflage makeup on them. Word is, you can perform miracles with the right tools. Too bad they forgot to do his face!
Comment by dmdo1016 — February 5, 2007 @ 8:16 am
Holy crap! The Nick Nolte mugshot would be an upgrade.
I never rose to the heights of being “midget” worthy, but I think I’ve held what little I was given together better than ol’ Mick.
Comment by DJRadiohead — February 5, 2007 @ 2:05 pm
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