Ah, 'twas but a fortnight and seven days ago when Ben Affleck gave a lyrical performance to personify 2020 that involved balancing his Dunkin' Donuts drinks. The bard hath blessed us with another gift: the gift of performance art.
This performance was shorter, not nearly the full-length ballet of his previous Dunkin run. This time, though, he revealed even more of his soul. And of his physical being, as he flashed his booty crack over the top of his jeans.
It is a testament to the artist's pursuit of truth that he is willing to bare so much and share his bounty with his fellow mankind for the sake of art. All those donuts must have been part of his character-building, to sculpt his physique into the two full moons ye see before ye.
Which would you rather have?