My Man-Crush On The Mickster Is Almost Over
by Steve West on July 26, 2009
How much nonsense can a guy overlook? Apparently, Mickey Rourke has found Jesus. Now, if he could only remember the church he was at so he could return him.
I don't think he is confused between Jesus and a garden gnome. I don't really think he can tell the difference. Or maybe he thinks it's his Oscar... Thanks P and Scoop
Four Replies to My Man-Crush On The Mickster Is Almost Over
Jackie Mason | July 29, 2009
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Scott Hardie | July 29, 2009
I think he bought it believing that someone had carved a statue of him wearing a bloody robe. If you're the Mickster, this does not seem impossible.
Amy Austin | July 29, 2009
LOL! Well... they did get the hair right.
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Amy Austin | July 26, 2009
Oh, Lord. ;-p