In high school, shortly after this happened, I used the first 23 seconds of this song as my outgoing voicemail message and tricked many people into believing that I had Pharrell perform the message exclusively for me (his “owwwwww” after Justin sounds a lot like my surname — that was the prestige bit of the magic).
Anyway, that’s that.
Just when I thought my feelings for Natalie Portman couldn’t possibly gain any more strength… she immediately resumes rapping in a digital short.
My face melted like Toht. There’s no chance for me, anymore. Save yourself. Leave me.