I want a Drake beard. There, I said it.
I want a luxurious, LeBron James-esque, mink-coat-dragging-on-the-floor ass, heal-the-sick-and-raise-the-dead ass, “Momma, I made it!” ass, Drake beard.
I want a beard that belongs in the Louvre.
I want a beard that rocks a shiny suit and busts out with the Harlem Shake in every Bad Boy music video.
If this is the day that the Lord has made, and we’re to...