Since my last post, in which I bashed Mickey Rourke for having a busted ass face, I went out to my local cineplex to catch
The Wrestler, and oh how the tides have (kind of) changed. Now I'm not going back on my word. My word is like the sturdiest oak in the wild Yosemite forest. Or like a Hello Kitty backpack bought on sale at my super fave Sanrio store. It ain't going back! He's definitely not a looker in real life. But, man, he was kind of hot in the movie. I'm not even gonna lie. There's something about watching a man get his ass beat with barbed wire, glass panes, and staple guns that kind of gets me hot. He's covered in blood in a lot of scenes and getting folded chairs to the forehead. See:
He is battered to f**k! So though I vote no on Prop Mickey Rourke, I've got to fill in the yes bubble for Prop Randy "The Ram" Robinson, because not only is he really sweet, sad, and pathetic (three of my favorite qualities in a man), he can take an ass whooping, give an ass whooping, and break a solid wood table with the sheer force of his desperation. Hey, Ram! Let's meet in your trailer and make magic happen. I'll bring the staple gun!
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