That’s Justin Bieber, the new King of Pop, if you’ll remember, grabbing his crotch with a gloved hand during a concert and not vomiting. Now, I was busy either playing with blocks, learning to hold my head up, or not being born yet during Michael Jackson‘s heyday, but wasn’t this sort of his thing? Isn’t this particular move already taken?
Mull it over, friends, but in the meantime, here’s another photo from Justin’s concert:
Justin Bieber: King of Pop and Angel of Song. Inspiring, isn’t it?
Images courtesy of Oceanup
He is . . . ridiculous. I do not know what an incomparable talent like Selena Gomez has ever seen in him.
Nice gold gloves, weenie. Hard to look tough wearing those and black patent leather, girlie.
I’m surprised he has anything to grab down there.
Hes just checking to see if that little birdie is still there. When you aint got much, you gotta hold on to the little you got.
King of Pop? More like Queen of the Douchebags!
Someone should tell him that Vagisil is available at CVS, Rite-Aid, and other fine drug stores and pharmacies throughout the U.S.