With John Waters’ blessing, I am watching the Justin Beiber movie, and he just ate a doughnut out of a garbage can backstage. I’m just sitting here laughing myself to tears. I wonder how many girls he’s fucked. There is a number. There is a number, and I’ll never know it. I think it might be over 700 or 800 or least 9,000. This is the best move I’ve ever seen. It’s hysterical. The girls are hysterical. They’re maniacs. At one point, he is walking down the street and sees this girl about his age playing a violin on the sidewalk, and he just walks up to her and folds his arms across his chest, waiting for her to freak out, I guess. And he goes, “Hi.” And she goes, “Hey.” And she just doesn’t even stop playing, she just says, “Are you Justin Bieber,” and he’s like, “Yes. Yes, I am.” And she’s like, “Heh,” and he’s like, “Welp. Follow your dreams.” And she goes, “K.” Haha. But then other girls are getting into ambulances, chopping their heads off and throwing them onstage and shit. I like how he always wears purple. He’s so regal. I don’t see why he doesn’t take all his clothes off during live performances. I’ve got to see him in concert sometime. JB. VIP. I didn’t know he was Canadian. That makes me kind of disappointed. I also didn’t know he could play drums. Like a prodigy. I wish this movie would never end.