Sean Penn has the hair of a low-ranking mobster turned car salesman whose fingers always smell like cigars and tuna fish water, the face of a scorched Proboscis monkey, the sanity of a bat’s colostomy bag and the temper of your average MTA bus rider, but would you stop sitting with me at the back table if I said that his body makes me say that I would? I was about to say that I wish I was a rescue boat that needed plugging, but that’s going too far and it’s only Tuesday in Monday’s clothing. So I’ll eat the rest of my thoughts about this topic while your brain eats the image of the sentence before this one. On that note….
Here’s more of 50-year-old Sean Penn with his new piece-of-the-moment Stacey Koplin in Malibu yesterday.