Confessions of a noob

10 hours ago

Jack Gibbo

There are two recent additions to my recycle bin. Both the discarded refuse of hours of potential entertainment, both the product of your missus going on a 6 week holiday while your left to fill in the sexually oriented gaps and both equally as dissatisfying. One is the ample packaging of a newly purchased PS3 ad the other and unmarked, discrete brown box that once contained a copy of Fanny Fucking Fun Time and White Girls In Trouble (names have been changed to protect my personal kinks, alliteration maintained ).

In an attempt to maintain some kind of composure during my self inflicted sense of abandonment, both purchases were made with little consideration or regard to my current credit card debt situation…but fuck it…the six week absence of otherwise copious copulation on tap that i would be missing out on couldn’t really have a price on it?…. right?……With 3 weeks to go im beginning to question my otherwise proactive intentions. As it stands i’ve either be too intoxicated to have a “peel” to my newly acquired “pulp vids”…which might i add are exceptional on the PS3′s blue ray laser (HD Cable and effective blood flow not included) or been drinking too much to effectively pump invading Russians full of lead in MW3 to unlock the M60 with a dope scope attached…..see a pattern emerging?

Don’t be quick to judge….i’ve always been one to adapt, in fact i actually enjoy the new direction Eminem has chosen to take with Rihanna n some of his tracks…lol, jk.But seriously, if i’m at work (a large regional pub) and some blokes in hi vis ask me about my opinion on the weekends footy, i’m the first to drop the pitch, broaden the nasal cavity and reply with ” yeah, nah they were laughin’ at the end of the first, did’nt think they’d pick up the slack till the end of the second, but, yeah, nah, knew they’d get there in the end.” I thought my transgression into bluffing my may into the local community of gamers would be much the same. No. The secrets out, like multiple smudged nightclub stamps on your wrist screaming to the AM population your dirty secrets from the night before.Hi my names Gibbo. And I am. A noob.

My usual response to this apparently highly humiliating lable would  be along the lines of “well at least i ejaculate in the presence of a female more than once a month”……in fact some times on a good streak its more than once a week. Giggidy. But no, imagine the panic, the dismay, the sheer and utter shame when you realise that this usually reliable rebuttal is useless?  Fucked huh?

As i write this, a good mate recently returned from a thailand binge is sitting next to me achieving what i could only hope to in 15 years of abstinence….after swapping our newly acquired tales of (his) conquests the conversation quickly turned to the fresh game console sitting on my dresser….” you any good?” i casually ask….”mmm ok, i used to play battlefield but this is MW3″…….SICK….i think to my self, maybe, just maybe….i can impress one of the gaming community!

Nope….this cunt owns…..hard. hand eye and dexterity like a fucking boss. Leaving me to steadily assault this carton. The only head shots i’m getting are when i open a beer to quickly and knock off any over enthusiastic froth….like a boss. (I’ll clean it up later, the missus is away)

So in conclusion, if your left without a steady influx of interaction with the opposite sex don’t follow suit and spend $485 on quick fix solutions as i have……Buy lot and lots of booze, subtitled movies and a good pillow and you too will get through it. Just make sure you have a picture of her naked on your phone in-case your called a noob.

Wish me luck.

Five Things To Think About Before Criticising Music

1. Realise You Don’t Own The Artist

So you are shitty they have changed their sound? That’s because they’re artists. If you were in charge of music, none of it would have changed for 1000 years and some fat cunt would be playing a bouzouki to a bearded woman smacking a log with a sloth femur while faggots like you reached for the lasers in some cave and bitched about how much better it was back when Ug and Bogo used to play there. So fuck off, an artist can do whatever the fuck they want with their music. It’s for their expression, not your personal minstrels.

2. Try Making Music That Sells Records.

Before you EVER criticize a musical artist, try writing and producing a song that enough people like to make it viable for a record label, and distributor, to sell. Then have it actually sell. Have someone actually pay for a song you wrote and produced. Actually make the decision that your music is worth the money they earned sitting at an office desk all week listening to some knob-end boss ask them if they submitted their TPS report.

The talent, effort, patience, sheer guts, talent, persistence, talent, heartache, talent and talent that it takes to do this is beyond words to describe, so fuck off with your “this song is shit”. Write one yourself, you green skinned talentless bag of shit dreams.

3. Your Taste In Music Isn’t Everyone’s Taste In Music

Infact, it’s most probably really, really shithouse. Did you ever stop and think that the band you listen to hasn’t gone commercial because they love struggling to afford another guitar pick after buying a cheeseburger? It’s because the music they make is only liked by you and three other people. Who are deaf. Do you think that’s because you have really cool eclectic taste and the 6 billion rest of us don’t?

The reason millions of people love Skrillex, Justin Bieber, Madonna, Pendulum and whoever else the fuck your slut of a 16 year old sister likes is, wait for it… because they’re fucking good at what they do. They create amazing sounds that no-one has heard before. They push right to the limits of their genre, then fuck it right up the arse until it falls off the cliff of banality until it blows the mind of millions of people who buy their music and they make enough money to buy a $20,000 Macintosh so they can make better music and read your shit comments about it from your shitty little gaming computer with “Leeeeeroy Jenkins” wallpaper.

Your band is shit, they are dying from malnutrition and they don’t have a “sound”, they have instruments that are all broken because they found them in a skip bin. And they’re deaf.

4. Who Made You The Boss Of Your Genre?

Did the rest of us, who sell records to people who like it, miss a memo or something? Did you become the CEO of Subgenre X while we were busy making shit music that everyone else but you likes? What qualifications do you have? You read an article on Wikipedia and then aquired a PHD when you discussed the nuances of Rob Swire’s manipulation of a VSTi plug-in that you couldn’t get much more than a sound somewhere between a cat being choked by a kazoo and a reverbed owl drunk on metholayted spirits? Fuck off you did, you’re just a fat dude behind a computer keyboard, which is the only keyboard you can use, wearing a Jason Donavan t-shirt to be “crucial, ironic and edgy”.in your perceived musical intelligence. Get a diet and some clearasil, fat cunt.

5. Die, From Ear Cancer

This will clear up a few things, like you for instance. Also let musical artists get on with doing what they do, like stuff you can’t, wont and never will do. Sucked in.

10 Things I Hate About Quitting Smoking

1. It’s an alternative to bashing someone.
When things piss you off to a level that knife-claws start growing out of your hands and you start talking in a language that uses only the letters M, F and N which sounds like “mmmfffn fn mmmMMM fnFFFFn MMMfn” then USUALLY a ciggy will reduce the fever to a level that allows the person who pissed you off to escape, unscathed. However when you’re giving up smoking, this potential 10-metre kill-zone becomes a 5km epicentre with you and your steaming cow-pat mood standing at ground zero. Fuck everyone, fuck everything, fuck that, fuck you, fucking RAAAAAAHHHHHH. Sure, many people die from smoking every year but has anyone ever tallied up the resultant deaths of people who got in the way of someone quitting? I bet it’s like infinity or something.

2. There’s only one thing worse than being a smoker.
That’s being a non-smoker. Bunch of self-righteous, whiney, lung capacity having muthafuckers. There’s nothing more annoying than sitting with non-smokers while the smokers go outside the restaurant to have a smoke. You non-smokers have NO idea what we talk about out there but HhhhHHOho HO BOY it’s good. I can’t tell you though because it’s secret. That’s the way us smokers stick together. Blood in, cancer out.

3. Exercise Is Shit Boring
When you quit smoking, you have to exercise. It seems like you gotta choose one or the other. Why can’t I just be a lazy nose-breather? People who exercise are the most shit boring people on the planet and I don’t want to become one. How many health nuts do you know use it as a personality enhancement on Facebook and bore us shitless every day with posts like “Great Workout! 10km Run! Man I’m Gonna Hurt Tomorrow!”

Who cares! Don’t fucking do it then if it hurts! Why do you substitute exclamation points for full stops! Do you have an electrical cable inserted up your arse!

4. There’s nothing to do after sex.
What the hell am I supposed to do after sex? Have a conversation? Girls don’t even know about football or cars so what the fuck am I going to say? Nice root? Cheers big ears? Where’s my fucking smokes.

I stand corrected, as a friend of a friend, Rich points out: Post-sex Sammich. This quitting shit could be OK, must stock up on bacon.

5. Smoking alternatives are worse than smoking.
Have you ever seen those dickwads standing around holding a little white bit of plastic with nicotine in them pretending they’re smoking still? YOU’RE NOT REALLY SMOKING. PRETENDING WAS SOMETHING YOU DID IN YEAR THREE. STOP BEING A DOUCHE BAG AND MAN-UP AND ADMIT YOU DON’T SMOKE. WHAT ARE YOU A ROBOT? IS THAT WHAT THAT IS? A ROBOT CIGARETTE? AN ASTRO FAG? THAT IT? FAGGOT. FUCK OFF AND BURN.

6. Your mood and style of writing during a blogging session is somewhat ebullient.

7. Tough guys don’t look cool without a ciggy.
Can you imagine Bruce Willis mumbling his lines during a scene without smoke billowing from his nostrils? Besides when he plays the non-edgy All-American cop saving his daughter from Muslims, I mean the gritty, dishevilled, living in his beat-up car ex-cop Bruce Willis that has been contracted to stop Mafia selling a shipment of cocaine to black people so he can save his marriage and get his old job back Bruce Willis. What the fuck am I talking about?

8. Air doesn’t come in Light, Mild, Rich or Menthol.
I’m not quite sure why it would or why I would want it to but the point is it doesn’t, smokes do. GET SOME FLAVOURS, AIR. EVERYONE ELSE DOES, KEEP UP.

9. I can’t be fucked with 9.
Or 10 either. I’m too busy looking at the plastic nicotine inhaler I have and wanting to throw it at someone’s eye.

Top 10 Google Searches, In Haiku

So far, the top ten Google searches of 2011 are pretty boring and unsurprising. What is surprising is how fucking stupid some people must be to search for them. Anyway, for no other reason but for getting more hits on my site I’ve written some haiku for each term. Go me.

1. Facebook
Broke up with girlfriend
Google search for emo song
Must update status

2. How To
I’m searching Google
Can’t find how to do something
Try adding a verb, dickhead

3. You
Search for “you” online
Who do you mean? Them or you?
Jesus what the fuck?

4. YouTube
Funny dog! Haha
It’s singing to death metal
lol *share* *Facebook* *Tweet*

5. Lyrics
Broke up with girlfriend
Change status to lyrics from
Shit eclectic band

6. Yahoo
You do realise
No one uses Yahoo, right?
OK, just checking.

7. Google
Googling Google
It doesn’t make sense, does it?
Stop it you fuckwit.

8. Games
You mean like X Box?
Or the relationship kind?
I’m shithouse at both

9. Craigslist
My best feature: Eyes
Because you’re old and fat
Include blurred photo

10. Weather
Searching for weather
Need something to talk about
At water cooler

5 Reasons Why Kids Are Awesome.

1. They’re like little hypo-allergenic pet monkeys.
Kids, especially the little ones, don’t have brains yet just like monkeys, which makes them extra entertaining when they’re switched on. How many times have you seen a kid with something sticking out of their nose, self inserted of course, and a cute little dumb grin on their face like something astonishing has just been achieved in their continual research in the exploration their own body. They are just like a stupid little monkey without the hair, which makes them very suitable for parents who are allergic to fur.

2. They are an excellent contingency plan.
Research has shown that kids eventually grow up into adults most of the time, although sometimes they just grow bigger but don’t actually grow brains which is a common condition with males. This growth into adulthood allows for preparation time to train them into hard working high-end money makers who, in the event you never make that “lotto win”, will allow you to be comfortably pampered and looked after during the period of your life where you regress back into a stupid wrinkly monkey.

3. You don’t have to share helium with them.
You know those parties, when everyone gets drunk and all those helium balloons suddenly become the best toys ever. Kids naturally produce their own helium hence the funny chipmunk voices they have, so you don’t need to share your helium with them.

4. You don’t have to share your alcohol with them.
Kids also naturally produce their own blood alcohol level which accounts for them continually falling over stuff, dribbling and slurring unintelligible words then yelling at you, then crying, for no apparent reason in their drunken emotional roller coaster ride of life. For this reason, and because it’s illegal, you don’t have to share your beer with them and they infact prefer (the same as men) putting boobs in their mouth rather than stubbies.

5. You can support them by attending “Thundercat 4″ on 24th June, 2011.
The biggest, baddest, craziest fancy dress party is back. Bigger, badder and this time…  It’s all about Disco. As always, 100% time, effort and money goes toward kids in need. This time it’s PMH Foundation and winter appeal for St Vincent de Paul. Thundercat 4 brings you back to the era that made DJs superstars, it made the dancefloor a battle ground and it made pants so tight it spawned The Bee Gees. This Thundercat is set to be the biggest one we’ve ever done, starring a massive line-up including Roller’s mix master DJ Devo, the man with 1000 platform shoes DJ Jazza and Mr Studio 54 himself: Greg Packer.

This Thundercat’s money goes to the wonderful people at Princess Margaret Hospital Foundation which will benefit research and equipment for young children, which is what Thundercat is all about. Also, due to the onset of a crazy cold winter, we ask for you to bring any old CLEAN warm clothing and blankets, sleeping bags, doonas etc along with you as we will have a St Vincent de Paul representative collecting them on the night for those who really need it this winter. With a killer lighting rig full of mirror balls and colours by F.O.R.C.E. Entertainment, Perth’s best DJs (and Scotty Assassin) playing the biggest bomb tracks of the Disco era, and the big warm dance floor of the Rosemount’s main room, this is the Thundercat to be at. Don’t get mad if you miss out on the biggest disco event of the year, blame it on the boogie.

So if you would like to donate to an amazing cause even if you can’t make the event, you can donate here: http://www.everydayhero.com.au/thundercat4

How Awesome Is Your Dad?

I miss my Dad already.

He lives in Townsville, North Queensland and I rarely get to see him. After the death of both my grandparents in the last 12 months, and my little sister’s wedding, and my baby sister’s brand new baby girl, he thought it best to come over and see us all for a few weeks.

My Dad is like most of your Dads I imagine, the real Darryl Kerrigan from The Castle. He’s no “drongo”, be he’s a simple man who enjoys simple pleasures. He wears those king gee shorts that finish well above the knee, with a belt and a collared stripey polo tucked in, no matter how cold or wet the weather is. He speaks a curious combination of Australian English and Dad Jokes. Although the Australian English is used only to convey the most important messages, it’s mostly dad jokes.

He pours at least half the table salt on his food and he has to squint when you show him stuff. When Heidi and I were making breakfast the other morning we pulled out our bag of freshly roasted coffee beans and put them in the grinder, asking Dad if he and his wife wanted a coffee. “Pfft, darl go and grab our coffee can please?” he said with a proud look on his face. His wife returned with a bottle of Jarrah Cappucino ‘indulgence’. “You should try this.” he said, and to him, it really was miles ahead of our petty slow roasted East Timorese peasant coffee.

I came home with a bunch of nice fat scotch fillets for dinner the other night and he sent me a text saying he was cooking something special for dinner. When I got home he had been to the shops and was soaking my scotchies in Masterfoods ‘teriyaki’ sauce. “You wait til you try this.” he said. “Japanese” he said, nodding for my approval.

Last night was their last night here sadly. I miss him pretty badly. The man taught me everything I know about fishing, WD40 will infact take the fish smell out of your hands and leave a lovely WD40 scent not unlike musk lollies mixed with Brut. The ladies love it.

So he decided to take us all out, my two sisters with their new beaus, Heidi and I, and he organised and paid for it all. Sizzlers. I love this man so much and I owe so much to him. My Dad <3

A Few Things That Don’t Actually Make Me That Mad, Just Sayin.

People who never shut up about going to the gym.
You went for a run??? OMFG, CALL CNN. When you post on forums, update your Facebook status, mention at dinner or the pub how sore you are from a workout, how great the run you just went on was or excited you are about beating your “record”… do you realise how exhaustingly boring you are to everyone else? Here’s a tip: You can’t substitute your gym updates for being genuinely interesting. Unless you’re an Olympic athlete: Shut the fuck up.

News networks on the “planking” bandwagon.
I know it’s been a slow news year with just boring stuff like millions dying in Congo and that thing with the arabs or jews or whatever they’re called, but do we need to hear more about planking? Planking didn’t kill anyone, stupid people killed anyone. PEOPLE LIE DOWN ALL THE TIME YOU FUCKING BOTTOM FEEDERS, AND BY BOTTOM I MEAN ANUS.

A recent ex, telling people I have a small dick.
Well, no I don’t. I would have thought you felt differently too, due to the noises you used to make that sounded like a cross between a cat in a George Foreman grill and a cheap porn actress with tourettes. In fact you sounded almost like your friend did, except she didn’t have bad fake tits. On the subject of inserting objects into inanimate hollow carcasses, I assume this also explains your choice of size-anxiety insults which would account for your decision to insert those unrealistic chest bubbles into your bone embossed chest. Be more original with your insults, you odorous stick legged chicken wrap.

Quit Smoking ads on TV by the Australian Government.
Stop selling them then you fucking idiots.

People who tell you they’re going to do something then don’t.
There are a fair few of you people out there, and guess what. I hope you’re clinging to life one day and begging me to help you, screaming for me to save your life. GUESS WHAT FUCKERS? I’m going to tell you “Yes, no problems! I will definitely save your life.” Have a big bowl of fucking death.

Monday Title Fight: AntiNerd versus Geoff Shaw.

Geoff Shaw is the current Member for Frankston in Victoria’s Liberal State Government under Premier Ted Baillieu. He recently replied to an email from a concerned citizen regarding gay rights, so I felt a need to email him to ask a few questions…

To: geoff.shaw@parliament.vic.gov.au
From: scotty@mcassassin.com
Subject: Gay Rights and Acknowledging Aboriginal People as original custodians of our country.

Hello Geoffrey,

I have a few questions for you and I would like you to answer them as accurately as you can, and using correct grammar and spelling.

1. Are you a time traveller from the Byzantine era, Higher Middle Ages or the Spanish Tribunal del Santo Oficio de la Inquisicion?
   If this is the case, as you are a university graduate, I thought it prudent to update you on modern era human advancement. Firstly, the world is no longer dictated by idiots who claim to represent a god. These days, we have an understanding that the human condition and it’s great diversity entitles all humans to basic rights of freedom which includes sexuality, expression, speech and the most absurd of human beliefs but still the right to believe in it: Religion.
2. Do you have a learning disability?
   There are two reasons I ask. The first is that Australia unfortunately has not had a government yet that feels mental health has much priority to, say, chasing witches around in Afghanistan and Iraq. This means you may have a hard time finding the help you need. The second reason I ask is that it just appears obvious that you missed the point of Acknowledgement Of Country. It appears you have imposed your imaginary god onto parliament and acknowledged him as custodian of the land you inhabit, rather then the actual real, tangible and rightful owners of this beautiful country you have been allowed to live in, apparently in ignorant bliss.
3. Have you been to jail recently?
   Most Australians don’t need to go to jail to know the blatantly obvious, but it appears because of your disability that it may be essential. This will help you find that gay people are not sentenced to prison as what they do in their own time and with whom does not hurt or affect the public the way a speeding driver or sexual predator does.
4. Do you speak English and if so, have you read “books”?
   I also noted you mentioned murder in your reply to the young gay gentleman’s email. Murder has not been committed en masse by the gay community as far as I’m aware, I have been wrong in the past and they do seem to get upset when blues and greens are mixed in one outfit, but I’ve not seen evidence so far. The only groups of people who have willingly murdered thousands upon thousands of people that I can think of right now are the Australian Government and the Catholic Church. Unusually, you are a committed member of both. Ironic?

If you could reply as soon as possible as I intend to publish your “arguments” to each point on my blog so I may lampoon your ignorance further.

Kindest Regards,

Scott

Advice For Terrorists.

I'm fucking watching you, Terrorist. I can see your flying bomb and I know what you're upto.

Don’t play coy with me, Terrorists. I’m onto you. Our governments have told us all about you. What’s with the ninja masks? You can’t even do a roundhouse kick YOU DON’T EVEN OWN A PAIR OF NUMCHUCKERS. I have another thing to tell you as well, Terrorists: YOU’RE NOT EVEN REAL MUSLIMS. Why? Real Muslims don’t blow themselves up or kill people. Just because you read the Koran and yell “Allah!” all fucking day doesn’t mean you’re a Muslim. Guess what? Islam hates you.

I’ve been watching you for a while, Terrorists, and YOU KNOW WHAT? I know you are just blowing yourselves up to be mean. You’re like the mean kid at school who just LIKES being mean to other kids. You have NO VERIFIABLE REASON to blow up infront of people, you just have a fucking mean streak and I hate you. Were you not taught by your mother that BLOWING YOURSELF UP AT PEOPLE IS VERY RUDE?

I don’t give a fat fuck what kind of extremist idiot you are, what rabid, dusty and shrapnel cobbled country you fight for or how many guns you have. I just need you to pay very close attention to the next two sentences:

1. Nobody fucking cares who or what you think you’re dying for.

2. Killing yourself and others shows that you lack the basic cognitive tools that even a lobotomized infant orangutan could possess during a heavy LSD binge.

Now let’s talk about your “cause”. What the fuck is it? Do you even know? Because none of us do and we’re trying to figure out what your problem is. Do you realise that the Western World you despise so much, have no idea why you blow yourselves up all the time? Yes, that’s right, nobody has any idea why you kill yourselves for what ever dinky little cause you have. You blow yourselves up for nothing. When our media reports a suicide bombing on the TV (it’s a plastic box that we can see moving pictures on) they just talk about how you blew up, and blew some other people up that knew nothing about your cause either. Nobody EVER talks about the reasons you did it, we just talk about how stupid you are for dying in the face of ignorant bliss. You’re like the tree that fell in the forest while no-one was there. You’re like when I throw a cigarette up in the air and catch it in my mouth but no one is around to see my accomplishment, except you don’t accomplish anything and smoking has a better kill-rate.

Have you ever thought of hiring a PR guy? I mean, and lets be honest here, you’re shit at PR. No one likes you. The fact you’re killing yourselves in the name of apparently nothing tells me you’re passionate about something and it must be pretty cool if you’re willing to die for it, so how are you going to get your point across? The blowing up thing isn’t working, and you won’t gain any power by riding camels, swinging an AK47 (the ’47′ stands for ’1947′ dude, that’s older than your camel) and yelling “ayayayayayaaah”. So it’s time to start looking for a better angle.

Have you thought about doing something good? Can you imagine that? “Welcome to Nine News… Tonight: The Taliban send 1000 boxes of Cadbury Favourites and a shipment of teddy bears to Haiti to raise the spirits of a disaster effected people.” EVERY SINGLE Aussie, Kiwi, Canuk, Pom and Yank watching TV will spit their dinner all over the screen in shock, drop the remote and google “awesome terrorist dudes” just to see what you are about. YOUR MESSAGE WILL BE TRANSMITTED.

Is this making sense to you? Put the goat down and listen, this is important.

You also need to realize that waving the Bible, Koran or whatever book you follow around doesn’t justify your actions. It not only makes you look stupid, it makes anyone who follows that book properly look stupid too. The problem is that not everyone who watches our TVs are smart, so they think EVERYONE who follows the religion you follow is as retarded as you, which fortunately is not the case. So knock it off, Terrorists, you’re not helping anyone.

5 Reasons You Shouldn’t Hate Justin Bieber

Admittedly I’ve not heard any of his songs so he may very well have lyrics such as “Hey you, yeah the dude with the hair; We got one thing in common, both gave your mom a 3rd degree tear” or something that would make me want to kill him. But if he doesn’t, why so much hate?

I personally can’t understand the pure unadulterated hate the poor kid receives. I mean, he looks like most teenagers which is enough to hate him right there, but I would have thought we’re above that by now. He certainly whinges less than your average teen, and I’ve never found him blocking my way while assaulting my nostrils with unwashed juvenile waft in front of the city McDonalds before, either.

So I’m going to hazard a guess why so many people hate the poor kid.

1. Water Bottles & Eggs Don’t Phase Him
Let’s be honest, he looks like he couldn’t fight his way out of a wet paper bag. I mean, I would be more scared of a grumpy private school girl wielding a tennis racquet. But the dude is almost bullet proof. Almost all of the news stories I see of him are “Someone threw *insert missile* at Justin Bieber’s head at a concert.” I mean, why would you pay to go and see him and then… OK fair enough but do you realise how many pubescent women are surrounding you? That’s like walking into a tribe of pregnant women and yelling “I hate babies”. You will be DESTROYED.

Also, to the dickhead in Sydney who broke into, and threw eggs at the Justin Bieber concert:
a) You missed, bitch.
b) You will never see a National News story on anyone throwing anything at you. I know who I would rather be.
c) I guarantee there was lots of things thrown at him that day, and only yours were eggs. At least, only yours were chicken eggs.

2. He Gets More Pussy Than You
Yep. And you know it. He doesn’t even know what to do with it yet, forget that, the pussy getting thrown doesn’t even know why it’s being thrown yet. He’s that good. When you got your first pussy, I bet it was the culmination of years worth of research and hard work. Not Bieber, that shit’s home delivered. Straight ballin’.

3. He Has More Billboard Top Ten Songs Than You
Now Billboard Charts is where you know you’ve made it. It’s when you know you’re selling millions and more importantly, making millions. The Billboard patronage is made up of grown men in Singapore, middle-american families and teenage girls throughout the world. Where I’m from in Perth, the  market is sustained by 18 – 28 year old men who hang out at Subiaco nightclubs, play AFL and sport whatever haircut teenage Japanese kids did two years prior.

But my point is, although these people are the concentration of the most annoying bipedal glitter fluff on the planet, they are the majority of the ones who spend money on these flakey, easily digestible ditties that keep Sunrise, 7PM Project and Sports Tonight with Cut-To-Ad music, and Justin Bieber with a luxury car collection he can’t even drive yet.

4. He Keeps Dickheads Out Of Good Nightclubs
If it wasn’t for Justin Bieber music, club nights playing Drum & Bass, Dubstep, Tech, Breaks and pretty much any other music that isn’t gay as fuck would be full of people wearing popped collar pink shirts with a “team number” on the sleeve, peacock faux-hawks and orange girlfriends. Thanks fuck for Bieber, Melbourne and Subiaco.

5. He Has Ticked More Scarface Boxes Than You
“You gotta make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women.” The little dude has ticked all three, and he head butts water bottles. You can’t fuck with that shit.