Someone tell Mickey Rourke that there really is such a thing as too much plastic surgery.
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I wouldn't mind having a little extra cash, but there are things and people I would not do for a million dollars.
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- Too sweet!
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What do you suppose makes some people think, "Yeah! I'd look really good with great big lips and great big cheeks and little squinty eyes!" Just say no to plastic surgery, folks! (Well, OK. Everyone but me. I'll have some, please. Thank you.)
ReplyDeleteThe only things that will survive the nuclear holocaust are cockroaches and Cher, and apparently also Mickey Rourke.
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