Next time you see a rerun—or your mate pulls a stunt worthy of Mickey—just nod. We all have that one person who makes our own bad decisions look polished. Mental Mickey is the salt to life’s chips; a bit gritty, a bit unnecessary, but you’d miss it if it weren’t there.
He’s the reason we laugh till we cry. Because let’s face it: you can’t plan for a Mickey. You can only hold on, hope for the best, and have a story to tell by Tuesday. Cheers, you lovable nutter.
