I didn’t know who this Justin Bieber guy was but from what I understood, he was taking over the world. So imagine my surprise this past weekend, watching Saturday Night Live, when I saw Justin Bieber for the first time.
Really? This kid? At first I was like, oh he’s a cute little innocent kid, I can see why young girls would like him. Kinda like a Jonas Brothers thing I guess, non-threatening if you will. But then he started busting out some “dance moves” and “rap.” Whoa Justin Bieber, whoa. I thought his whole act was part of the comedy sketching (and actually part of it was, and that was kinda funny). But when it came time for him to hit the stage to “sing” (which is apparently what he does for a living…) it got weird.
You are not black. You have not hit puberty. You are not a rapper. You are not a dancer. You are not American. (That’s right, I Wikipedia-ed his ass and found out he was *gasp-but-not-in-a-shocked-way* Canadian!)
So cut the crap Bieber. And cut your bangs.
Someone please give this kid a fucking promise ring and put him back in his place.
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Quote of the Day: “She’s got everything she needs, she’s an artist, she don’t look back. She can take the dark out of the nighttime and paint the daytime black.” — Bob Dylan