hey you – get the fuck out of here before we smash you with our clubs
Mickey Rourke, properly attired and classy as usual.
Meanwhile down the street, the “Polo for Hobos” event is wondering where it’s guest of honor is.
“Sir, please. You’re frightening the beasts.”
“Come here, doggie. Come on, boy.”
And so Mickey matched the horse shit shat for shat.
Polo horses are trained to put up with all sorts of human nonsense, but it only goes so far.
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Is he one of the horses?
”Arold! He’s mocking your steed. Clout him in the head your club!’
Suddenly, the horses start running at breakneck speeds towards the parking lot.
Mick: Sarah Jessica is that you?
Mickey became inconsolable when he found out the “field full of horse” was a polo match.
He thought he saw Pony Boy.
“Bring those horses to the stables and I’ll meet you there covered in peanut butter with a carrot up my ass!”
Redneck Polo Hecklers…
Later that day, Mickey Rourke was found trampled to death. It is expected the coroner will rule “justifiable homicide”.
“Is it my turn?!” “Looks like one of the boys already had a go at that face, but kick away my friend!!”
Always the class act, Mickey Rourke curtsies to the horses in honor of their common ancestors.
I thought that said “Polo for Herpes” and was like, whatever.
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