He’s just screwing with us. There’s no other explanation for these homoerotic stretches and lunges and crotch thrustings. It was probably his PR person’s advice: “Just drive the homos wild, and then they won’t pan your next performance.” It’s maddening and cynical, and I’ll be damned if I’m ever going to say another bad thing about him EVER AGAIN. So IT WORKED, YOU EVIL GENIUS. I love you! (See earlier)
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