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.Â
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
