My 3 year old son climbed up on the cat tower and threw a lacrosse ball at my head while I was laying on the couch. Well trained reflexes kicked in at the last second and I weaved away in time. Anyway, that’s what raising a boy is like.
Nasty work indeed when the so called great societal commentary genius needs Drake's name and some famous friends with personal vendettas to win. Leeches and serpents.
Still feining for the adoration. Claims his idol is Day-Lewis but would you retire to go into shoemaking? That's real Timmy. If you take 5,5 years to make a Dylan Biopic only to spend the equal amount on red carpets promoting yourself, you are defeating the purported art