Pardon my hiatus. Shit went down. But now that I’m back (and arguably better than ever), here’s some Biebs to excuse my selfish reprieve.
I understand this, actually. Australians speak funny, and anything with the word “man” in it confuses the Biebs because he’s still (and always will be) a just-fertilized horse embryo. Also, he’s never taken a geography class in his Canadian life (and he’s mormon too, right? geography never had a chance, really), so he wouldn’t know of a place called Germany OR of the people who live there OR what their silly words mean.
And why should he know what his last name means in “German”? All he’s supposed to know is how to rub vermouth on his balls to prevent them from dropping and to prevent his heavenly voice from changing. And since he’s managed to do that so well up until now, nobody wants to burden him with the task of memorizing things like there are people in Germany and that “Bieber” in German means “basketball.” And that’s why this interview is fantastic.
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