“What up, foxes. It’s me. The Leaning Tower of Bieber. Want to scale me? Like my body is your Amazing Race and Phil is hiding in my hair and the first one to the mat gets a jet ski and a lawn gnome, or some shit? Oops, sorry, Mom. She asked me not to swear. She also asked me to stop tucking my big-boy pants into my kicks, but I’m all, ‘MOOOOM, only OLD PEOPLE wear pants that go all the way down,’ and she was all, ‘YOUR pants will go all the way down if you don’t tie them to your underwear,’ and I was all, ‘Peace out, Mommy, that’s why I have a pocket chain, it hooks to my tighties,’ and she was all, ‘You smell like Drakkar Noir,’ and I was like, ‘MOM I’M A RAPPER NOW LEAVE ME ALOOOONE,’ and so she texted Selena and told her to stay home. So I’m PROWLIN’, HONEY BABIES. You feel me? Come feel me. I got room for two in this hoodie.”
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Billboard Music Awards Whatever Carpet: LMFAO
So, look… LMFAO is just messing with us, right?
Because they SEEM like a social experiment. Like they woke up one day and were like, “Yeah, okay, we have a Motown family heritage, but let’s see how much cash we can make if we dress like assclowns who run a souvenir shop in Hollywood located on some kind of a sonic Hellmouth and then shout about being drunk and partying,” and it worked, and so then they stepped it up by gyrating with a bunch of inflatable zoo animals and then wearing a fearsome crotch maw while thrusting alongside a pink teddy, and people still went nuts for it, so they go home every night and wipe their tears of mirth with Benjamins and plot what will happen in Act III. Part of me is curious; the rest of me is afraid it will involve adult diapers and rigging their armpits to dispense beer.
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