juices and berries

I want a Drake beard. There, I said it. I want a luxurious, LeBron James-esque, mink-coat-dragging-on-the-floor ass, heal-the-sick-and-raise-the-dead ass, “Momma, I made it!” ass, Drake beard. I want a beard that belongs in the Louvre. I want a beard that rocks a shiny suit and busts out with the Harlem Shake in every Bad Boy…