rafaelcasal | It’s this handsome devil’s birthday today. That’s right, the playboi himself. Gandolf the thizzard. The Duke of edin-bruh. Downton Abs-y. King Diggs. The man with more cool in his left ankle sock than all the rest. The Bay’s very own. Sing his praise on this day of celebration. Name a street Diggs ave. Name your newborn baby Daveed. Tell a friend they have got “daveed diggs” energy today, and watch them glow with pride. Brag that you saw him at a cafe sipping a latte with a high pinky while reading an obscure history book - enjoy their jealousy. Ask your trainer to help you achieve the “daveed diggs”, and listen when he tells you that it’s still a mystery to us all, what stone he was carved from. Sip an unbelievably obscure gin drink, to experience a fraction of what Diggs does every single time he drinks. Buy the shoes you aren’t sure if you can pull off, and then pull them off effortlessly by thinking hey, Diggs thinks these shoes WORK. That’s right, believe in yourself the way diggs believes in all his friends today. And order something spicy, because Diggs thinks you can handle it. Awww yeah, it’s international Diggs day baby, so act accordingly, you beautiful bastards. Because this is your day too, on account of how generous the Diggs is. The Diggs abides.