This Is Some Baretta Shit
Mickey Rourke had lunch with Jason Statham in Los Angeles yesterday and when he got back to his car, a fluffy white bird with a heaving rack and "sex me" eyes was waiting for him in the backseat. Why am I not surprised that Mickey had a damn cockatoo chilling in his car, just waiting for him to get back so it could jump on his shoulder? The fuck?! I mean, wasn't that bird dropping wet poos all over the place in the car? And it kind of looks like the bird also went poo poo times on Mickey's luscious locks. But Mickey doesn't mind! He loves all animal friends!
Mickey is truly a modern day Dr. Doolittle!