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| I'm Justin Beiber! I'm a bad boy! | |
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| I spit on my fans and egg houses and cause trouble all across America. And everybody thinks I'm awesome anyway! Hell, I'm not even an American citizen! | |
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| Sir, that just makes you an obnoxious douchebag. | |
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| The best thing is: no one will ever look past my macho bad-boy image and see a hurt, scared, raging homosexual trapped in a Gucci-lined closet. | |
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| Very good, sir! And will his majesty be having his next delusion immediately? Or will we be blessed with another round of pickle fucker at the usual burping and naptime? | |
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