I’m talking about the dog and PP. NO!!!! It looks like the cherubs have bent over and fired a fart bubble of eternal love that struck Phoebe Price and Mickey Rourke, because here they are sharing a romantic and completely private lunch in Los Angeles yesterday. Brace yourself for a tidal wave of love children that look like pieces of charred chicken cutlets with dead slug slips on ’em, because this love is going all the way. America desperately needs its own royal couple, and since Courtney Stodden and Carrot Top aren’t getting together anytime soon, Mickey and PP are the next best thing. Their couple name can be Phoeckey or Chickey. It’s meant to be. I am certain about this as much as I am certain that Mickey’s lips are slowly exploding like a hot dog in a microwave.
Or maybe bong smoke is operating my imagination again and this is just Phoebe Price cutlet bombing Mickey’s shot.