Really? REALLY?
Why is it when you're up in the club and you see some cute guy that you really want to meet, and he's hitting on you, you start doing the sexy-predator approach...and then As Long As You Love Me by Justin Bieber comes on? Seriously. That kid is the killer of sexy times everywhere. Nothing makes you want to get your freak on less than listening to a preteen stutter into his synthesizer. And then I started singing along. Because it's impossible not to. Horribleness aside, it happens anyway. It's inevitable. He gave me this look like "...really? REALLY?" and was gone faster than I could blink.
As if my sex life isn't dead enough as it is, what with being an anorexic druggy-looking dead chick, the Biebes has to come along with a little assisted su-su-su-su-su-su-su-suicide.
As if my sex life isn't dead enough as it is, what with being an anorexic druggy-looking dead chick, the Biebes has to come along with a little assisted su-su-su-su-su-su-su-suicide.