I find that by the weeks end I am so tired after keeping up the appearance of semi intelligence. . .so tired that I have barely enough time to smile at my beloved before crashing into coma like slumbers.
Fear not fellow simpletons I have found a way around the dilemma. I, as should you all, become Beliebers. Following the Biebs requires no effort or genuine thought everything about the boy is plastic and really effing stupid.
Thanks to billions of equally silly girls he has made a fortune and therefore thinks he must be more than the happy escape of gas from a relaxed sphincter.
So altogether now:
Baby, baby, oh
Like baby, baby, no
Oh Come on peeps whats not to feel? Join in lets lose our minds to the Biebs yeah!