Guys. We’ve talked about this. I thought we cleared things up three years ago.
It’s a sad sad world we live in.I’ve seen two offenders within a week. Ok, this isn’t the best example, but it’s hard to surreptitiously snap a pic of someone as they’re walking in front of you. The best I could do was to scuttle up really close behind him, uncomfortably so, and then stop suddenly at the right time to catch his crotch a-swingin’. The other one I saw was walking towards me, and I don’t quite have the courage to ask people to pose when I’m about to slate them on the internet. “Yeah, check out my blog… in which I tell the world you look like a douche.”
I like to amuse myself by thinking that this new-look Biebs is a joke on Usher’s part. He’s like “Hey man, you should totally wear these idiotic pants, and then see how long it takes for other idiots to follow”. All-the-while, Usher sniggers quietly while looking his dashing best.I guess that’s the great thing about having a protégé.
Or pro-douché, in this case.