I love the man to death, don't get me wrong. But it seems like every time he exits a restaurant or a club he has some sort of suspicious stain on his pants. If I were to ever meet him and he'd invite me to dinner, I fear I may have to teach him how to properly use utensils, or a lap napkin.
picture via Kickette and The Sun
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