Here’s the photog Justin Bieber laid hands on. I’m trying to avoid the phrase “beat up” because there’s no way in hell those two strands of noodles he calls arms could do significant damage to anything. When Justin plays those arcade punching games, it flashes “Really?” where the score should be.
Look at the dork. It looks like he swung so hard he fell out of his own shoe. And are his sweat pants supposed to look like money is spilling out from it? God, I hate this kid.
