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May 30, 2016 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
Auto racing is a good gig if you can get it. You drive souped up cars. You fuck hot international models. Everybody gets wasted on rich people’s wine. Lewis Hamilton who used to bang that Pussycat Doll won the Monaco Grand Prix. As is the tradition a magnum of champagne was opened for the champion racer. He chose to share with Justin Bieber who was on hand because that little lesbian Lucifer is everywhere.
Bieber’s defiled more pro sports championships than any imp before him. Remember when he fondled the Stanley Cup in the Blackhawk’s locker room? Or when he held up Floyd Mayweather’s championship belt before the Pacquiao fight? Now he’s swapping champagne spit with Lewis Hamilton. He’s like a rash. But at some point you need to stop blaming the rash and start blaming the fact your grabbing poison oak and rubbing it all over your cock like a retarded heathen. Even Candyman didn’t show up uninvited.
I know somebody there knows how to mess up a guy’s brakes. Those Monte Carlo hills have wicked turns. Stop him now before he’s hoisting the Lombardi trophy. Justin Bieber is the pop culture ISIS.
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