I walked past Bill Skarsgård today. Had I not been a stoic Swede I would have rubbed my face on his face and told him we would make beautiful bug-eyed babies. But instead I went home, got on my laptop and stalked his older brother online. I felt you should know.
You should’ve just gone for it, anon. He’s at the prime age for having his celebrity status taken advantage of. His children will have beautiful Steve Buscemi eyes.