It seems like all of the talent in Hollywood is either already dead, or just died.
Like Mickey Rooney.
Mickey, for those to young or ignorant to know, was the shit.
He owned Hollywood for a brief period.
Sing, dance, act, and had comedic timing that even the greatest comics would envy.
He married Ava Gardner.
Even if you know who that is, Google the name and click images.
Yeah, thats her. One of the most stunning women in Hollywood history, and she married him at 19. A picture of Ava at 19 will make an old man blush.
And she was all about Mickey.
Mickey, however, was all about anything in a skirt.
Apparently, Mickey screwed almost every woman in Hollywood at one point.
“Mickey went thru the ladies like a hot knife thru fudge.” Thats a quote from Ava Gardner, and she would know.
At 5’2, all teeth, and A GINGER, Mickey’s dick made the rounds.
Good for him.
Some of my best childhood memories are laying on the floor at my Grandmother’s house, in my footie jammies, watching Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland get into and out of mischief.
It was awesome. There is a special place in the afterlife for a man who leaves phenomenal memories behind when he goes.
Mickey outlived almost everyone he used to run with. Did a few good films in his later years.
There is something to be said for tradition. Mickey came from that great Hollywood tradition of “Be squeaky clean in public and Caligula on a binder behind closed doors.” The scandals are bigger, but the parties were legendary.
So raise a glass to Mickey’s memory next time you are out, pretend to spill it on some huge guy, dodge his punch, dance your way to the kitchen, along with numerous funny pratt falls, then sneak out the back and screw the guy’s girlfriend all night long.
Perhaps that is were the phrase “Slip her a Mickey” came from.
This was the Roofie scenario of the 50’s. “Something” is put into a young lady’s drink and she wakes up naked, with sore privates. A LOT of young ladies woke up naked, sore privates, and an adorably snoring Mickey Rooney laying next to her.
Out of respect for the deceased, I have not mentioned Mickey’s penis.
Evidently, Mickey was packing. 5’2 with the dick of a man 6’4, if the rumors are to be believed.
Mickey was everyman, that was why we loved him. But only if everyman had a big shvance and serious Hollywood game with the ladies. (Shvance might be Yiddish or possibly made up. Not sure.)
Whether you believe the stories or not, Mickey was part of that Hollywood royalty that we came to love so well.
And he was one of the few left.
Goodbye, Mickey. I will miss you.
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