Even though he could very possibly kick my lungs through my back, Dolph Lundgren left Vila Blanca in Beverly Hills last night dressed like a villain in a John Hughes movie. Did he wear this on a dare? Is he getting picked up in a DeLorean? I don't get it.
I'll never forgive Dolph Lundgren for killing Apollo Creed, but I'd never say that to his face, because even at 51 he looks like he could still punch through my stomach and pull out the bagel I just ate. So, I'll just compliment his wife's tits. They're pretty nice. Maybe. Or maybe not. No, they are. I mean, she's a lovely woman....and, uh...wait, no...please Dolph don't hit me! Not in the face! Not the face!