A Therapist, A Priest and Mickey Rourke Walk into a Bar…
Mickey Rourke and his shiny friend at the Oscar Luncheon yesterday.
Sorry, I haven’t come up with a punchline for that joke yet. And apparently, neither has Mickey Rourke. When asked how he deals with all the vampires running around Hollywood now, Rourke replied:
Yeah, with a therapist and a priest.
At this point, I am pretty sure that Mickey Rourke is enjoying fucking with all of us with his hands in his pants pose. Anyway, I finally got out to see The Wrestler this last weekend. Rourke’s performance is heroic, heartbreaking and at times, much like you might envision Rourke himself to be. Anyway, here’s Mickey and his comfy slippers heading into the Oscar Luncheon yesterday in Hollywood. If Mickey loses the Oscar to Sean Penn, I hope he jumps up on stage and Ram-jams that bitch’s head into the podium.
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SO I liked him as marv in Sin City. He did a good job in Wrestler. But lets cut to the quick. He is still a worthless fuck that not only appears to be dressed by fucking circus clowns but his smug approach to his current fifteen minutes of fame makes me hope he and Lindsay Lohan go out for drinks and decide to drive home. Come on gas truck. What a douche.