Nobody had the heart to tell Mickey Rourke he was trying to put the ciggie out on the wrong end. Seriously, Mickey could put a ciggie out on his face and not even feel it. His skin is made from non-biodegradable materials. Nothing is happening to that mask. Mankind will end, but Mickey’s face will stay on forever!
Mickey stopped into the Waverly Inn in NYC last night. I’m sure he ate a lot, but everybody around him probably lost their appetite.
And since I left a crusty taste in your mouth with Mickey, let me give you a little Clive Owen to cleanse your palette.