Emilio? Emilio?
Somebody please explain to me what the hell Emilio Estevez was doing that was so important he couldn’t make it to this photo. The Breakfast Club is only the most defining role of his career (the others being the video-game junkie in Nightmares and the “star” death at the beginning of Mission: Impossible). This fact is indisputable (huh? Billy the Kid, what?).
I mean, it’s just impossible for me to believe that he was too damn busy to come and hang out with his old co-stars, none of whom, let’s be honest, really had anything going on that day, either.
Fuck you, Emilio Estevez, really. This is so inconsiderate, but what more should I expect of a Sheen. You’re just a—
Wait! Oh, shit, he’s not in prison, is he?
It’s technically possible that he could be filming a movie right now. I mean, anything is possible, but if you ask me, the tranny bondage hooker he paid in low-grade cocaine probably didn’t let him out of his handcuffs once he/she discovered the blow had been heavily cut with chalk dust.
OH, LIKE YOU HAVE A BETTER THEORY.
