Since I’m reviving things here at Cherrybombed.com, I figured it was time to bring back my favorite muscle-bound muse, Mickey Rourke. So here’s Mickey strolling around Beverly Hills with his new teef, new improved face, new hair, and a shirt he got off the kids rack at the Gap. And it’s all working for me. Mickey turns 62 today, and his shirt doesn’t look a day older than 10. Happy Birthday, Mickey. Please keep on giving not a single fuck.