Nah. It’s clearly Stephen Amell

I’m from Albuquerque, and I used to joke that you could always tell the transplants because they were old, white, short hair, and decked out head to toe in turquoise shit. Santa Fe was always the worst: people think it’s this portal to another dimension and rarely venture beyond the Plaza. Which is too bad, because…

Why do my eyes see a giant Dalek in the background of that Moulin Rouge poster?