My daughter dragged me to this monstrosity for her 12th B-day. Needless to say I drank heavily before going into the "movie" which ended up not helping in the slightest. I honestly was hoping to maybe fall asleep, but with all the girls in the theater going ape shat, it was impossible. I really never cared one way or the other for this kid. To me he was just another product of some producer intent on destroying the world with bubble gum atomics. After watching this "film" my attitude is one of complete disgust. I have never hated anyone as much as I now hate Justin Bieber. This kid really doesn't need his ego stroked anymore than it already has been and I'm not sure that I have ever seen a douche being molded at such a young age. I felt myself hoping that a fire would break out, just so I could feel anything other than the simmering rage threatening to boil over at any moment. Can someone tell me when a bowl cut became hot? Or denim? Or leather pants? Or those stupid slotted sunglasses?
On the plus side....my daughter loves me and in the end, isn't that what is most important? That and patiently waiting for Beiber to overdose on Oxycotin on his 20th birthday.
On the plus side....my daughter loves me and in the end, isn't that what is most important? That and patiently waiting for Beiber to overdose on Oxycotin on his 20th birthday.