With a crowd comprised of frat boys and d-list starlets, a setting where temperatures top 100 degrees and designated 'drinking zones' (seriously), I think we can all agree that Coachella is the worst festival on the planet. But let's cast our prejudices aside this Monday morning, because the weekend is over, the site's been asleep for two days and I am famished for clicks.
Thanks For The Content™ is back, and this edition is delivering the utmost aggregation gratitude to Coachella's sun-baked bellend gulag for one reason: Madonna appeared during Drake's set and planted one of the most unpleasant face-sucks you'll ever see on the rapper.
Was this planned? Was she high? Was she transferring her daily dose of turpentine to his mouth, convinced that Drake also needs the chemical to keep his cyborg joints supple? I'm not sure. All I know is that Drake looks genuinely unimpressed with the snog:
This is the one lost female Drake might leave by the roadside.
Take a shot for me Aubrey, looks like you're going to need a few to wash that taste out of your mouth.