Forget Peyton Manning and the Denver Broncos. Drake fucking won the Super Bowl.
In case you live under a rock, Drake and T-Mobile combined for the funniest commercial in Super Bowl 50.
Not only is Drake repping the holiest of all turtlenecks (this is real, where can I get one of those?), he proceeds to get chummy with the three T-Mobile suits censoring his shit. The megawatt smile, the awkward high-five, it's all TV gold. I mean, honestly, when Drake drops the line "These changes don't ruin song at all?" I almost considered switching to T-Mobile. Then I remembered I actually like myself and my cellphone.