Skinny wiseass little "Soup" host Joel McHale just crossed the line -- and now Oscar-nominee and trained pugilist Mickey Rourke intends to slap him in the face.
Rourke's Chihuaha Loki (one of his stable of tiny dogs) died at the ripe old age of 18 just before the Oscars. Then McHale had to go and suggest that the Oscars could've included a tribute to Rourke's late dog as a way to make the ceremony even more "gay-friendly" than it was.
Now Rourke's puffy, misshapen lips have contorted in anger -- and Joel McHale is a marked man.
Is there any way to avoid this inevitable smackdown? Must McHale pay for his indiscretion with a meaty, Vaseline-smeared handprint across his dewy cheek? Would it help if we point out that McHale, like Rourke, is a Chihuahua man?
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