Just a Beeper - and Still a Shit Head.

A lot of people wish Justin Bieber was dead. DEAD. Dead as in PLANE CRASH. Dead as in OVERDOSE. Dead as in "broke his neck while doing a skateboard trick for a bunch of retarded TMZ camcorder assholes."

It's a mean-spirited irresponsible troll who'd be so childish as to wish some moronic media whore DEATH.

Or, a quick death, such as the above.

But if there's anyone more loathsome in the entertainment world, it's hard to figure who it could be. Base it on how often this prick has "apologized," only to go back out there to do even worse anti-social things (spitting on people, egging houses, letting his bodyguards beat up people and steal cameras from people, insult the President, whore around, act like a little pasha and let his lackeys literally carry him around, etc.)

There's also his smug insincerity and pure evil personality. He's a sociopath. Kardashian is just stupid. Viley Virus is basically just a silly slut and a poor role model. But this dickhead Bieber is one conniving, lying, talentless creep, and his latest game fools no one. It's the fake "comedy roast," which is supposed to demonstrate his humility and sense of humor.

It's just another media hype job. The "insults" bounced off his grinning, androgyne face, because every second he was thinking "ka-ching, more money in the bank, more attention..."

He was mugging and carrying on before and after this non-event. What a little shit.

Who knows or cares what overgrown scrotums were with him.

The "BABY singer," now sporting some greasy hairstyle he stole from James Dean (this, after exhausting the touch-the-peepee moves he stole from Whacko Jacko), Tweeted his delight with the event.

But to wish him death?

No, no. Maybe next time he's in a trendy nightclub, and struts his surly self around, someone will push through the nigga bodyguards and sucker punch him in the nose and flatten it. The a follow-up left hook knocks half his teeth out.

Maybe some Puerto Rican whore gives him herpes and the clap, which leads eventually to a class action lawsuit from various twit girls (and boys, hopefully) claiming he knowingly infected them, and they deserve enough money to bankrupt him.

While admiring himself in the mirror, it falls off the wall, smacks into his face, and does a number on his already faulty vocal cords.

He starts his regimen of pills and hormones to help him through his proposed sex change.

A teenage girl from Brooklyn just puts the whup-ass on him as a dozen cellphone cameras catch him squealing like a girl and begging for help, while his bodyguards just walk away laughing and saying, "We quit, girly-man."

But death?

No. Maybe he arrogantly gets into the cockpit of a private plane, takes off, and disappears from all radar and becomes another Amelia Earhart...with people still asking, "whatever became of her."