Oh, he's just shufflin' along, dodging lawsuits, spitting at traffic tickets and ignoring court appearances. Let his lawyers handle all that, while HE has fun fun fun in the sun.
Here he is, strutting around the Cannes Film Festival, not because he made a film, but because he's a can of shit. He has to have attention at all times. And he has to have his slave bodyguards by his side.
Can you imagine what kind of pea-brained tool would do the dirty job of guarding a white punk pussy like Justin Bieber? Somebody with no soul. Somebody with a slave mentality. Somebody utterly without self-worth.
You can just hear this asshole: "Get out da way, My Massa he be comin' through...he so CUTE with his underwear showin' - he so BLACK, really. Nobody is more BLACK than mah Justin Bieber. He got more soul than I do. Dat pretty boy, I'm just like a mammy in "Gone with the Wind," I so proud o' my white angel. I wipe his ass wid mah fingerz. I gots ta protect him, ALL da time."
That's about it, isn't it? Fuckin' toad. He does the grunt work while Pussy Boy struts around with his gold chains and his repulsive tattoos and his jerky greased up hairstyle.
I hope this Bieber Puke manages to go somewhere on his own, without Mandingo to protect him, and he gets his fucking teeth knocked down his throat.
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