Dude’s got a pretty killer body, but a shriveled, old, bitter-beer butter face and I’m sick to death of seeing him flash his moobs like he’s at a never-ending Mardi Gras. Really.
Mike Sorrentino is pictured above “helping out” at the grand opening of Martorano’s Italian-American Kitchen at the Seminole Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Florida, just, you know, doing his thing.
I am so sick of this guy and his overblown pecs, greasy pallor and constant fist-pumping. Go away. Please. Just … go away forever.
“old, bitter-beer butter face” EXACTLY! such a great body wasted on such an ugly guy…
It’s so weird to see a guy doing this. You’re right about his face too – you could fry a chicken on that ugly mug.
Then why are you giving him more press?
Then why are you on a gossip blog?
He should pull that shirt right up over his face! Seriously, his face is tragic.
He’s what I would consider as a two-bagger, no, let’s make it a three-bagger!
amen to that. what i’m most sick of about the sitch is his absolute, utmost conviction that every female on earth wants him and that he’s gods gift to woman kind. i wish i could have a chance to tell him ‘no, you’re gross and i will not have sex with you.’ anything to wipe that ever-present smirk off his stupid little face.
Why not cut out the middle man and not wear a fucking shirt to begin with? Oh, so much unnecessary work.