Let’s talk about that time I fucking had Bill Skarsgard get into my Uber.
First of all, the dude is so fucking tall that he couldn’t even fit in the back seat, so he had to sit next to me in my tiny fucking Prius, close enough so I could SMELL HIS BREATH, MY GOD.
Secondly, it was like he was folded in half. As soon as he got into the car, his long ass fucking legs were basically up to his chin. The poor guy looked so pained so I was like, “Uhh… you can move the seat back.”
His chuckle sounded like a CHORUS OF ANGELES.
I can’t even handle it. My mind is mush. Someone revive me because I AM DEAD.