Justin Timebrlake admits he used to do drugs and says there’s nothing wrong with it.
Someone should tell JUstin poppers don’t count…
The drugs may be why he’s made such idiotic comments as of late. In one interview he stated he was the one who was going to save pop music, that there was no one else who could do it but him. Aside from being obviously full of himself, since when has pop music been on a respirator? And even if it was, why would anybody save it? I pray every night for a new harder music style to come like a tidal wave, much like grunge did in the 90’s, and wash poor little Justin and his faggy sidekicks away forever. I hope when his new album drops it drops like a rock and this half-fag gets a good dose of reality. As Little Richard can tell you, the only way a boy can sing that high a falsetto is if he knows what it’s like to be a girl… biblically speaking.
I love how this clown thinks he’s GOD when he’s drunk.
“If Courtney Love shows up to a function it’s like:
LOL AT #9
this story may be old news, but jt is really inspiring some of the funniest comments ive read on the superfish. wonderful.
He’s already inhaled… semen, that is.
Tat’s one bad mutha fucka.
I bet JT & K-Fag are going to collaborate on an album soon.
Working title: “Smokin’ in da hood”
Justin Timberlake who cares. Bet he was never forced to suck his uncle Rob’s penis.
Bet he doesn’t have to kneel through hours of painful therapy sessions.
Therapy has not been working for me at all.
Therapist Robertson: “Yes Jimmy. I can see how disturbed you are about all the tricks your uncle Rob has played on you in order to get you to look at, touch, stroke, jack, beat, twist, wack, spank, slap, smack and all the other terrible things he forced you to do with his genitalia. I am especially interested in the time he asked you if you would like to try tapioca pudding, and you never had tapioca pudding before. In order for me to help you you are going to have to trust me. Do you trust me Jimmy?
Jimmy: Sure I do doctor Robertson.
Therapist Robertson: Good. Now this exercise is new to psychotherapy. I kind of invented it. It’s called meta-pseudo-reality-role-playing and in this case our main focus is on the tapioca pudding experience. By bringing you back to this time and place in pseudo-real-time and action you will be able to confront this ‘Head-On’ and you will be on your way to recovery.
Jimmy: O.k. Dr. Robertson if you think it will help me.
Dr. Robertson: Oh, trust me Jimmy it will. I promise.
Stay tuned for “Role Playing with my Therapist Who Is Not My Uncle Rob Pretending To Be My Therapist. I think”.
#28 – I can see why you’re hopeless.
Make up a new persona with a hot 18 year-old chick going down on her Aunt – much better than your gay Uncle.
I must admit I was a little bit shocked by his candid confession until I realized: the guy is desperate to be an actor an be respected and all, but his first movie was so bad it went straight to video. So he really wants to sound cool and bohemean and interesting. When in fact he’s just a stupid pop junkie.
#28 – if you really are troubled, maybe you shouldn’t be seeing somebody called “The Rapist Robertson”?
I’d try for somebody named Therapist Jessica, at least your ass wouldn’t hurt so much and you wouldn’t need to get semen pumped from your stomach every month.
any self-respecting hetero man does NOT use the phrase, “It’s like Oh My God” EVER! NEVER FUCKING EVER!
@29 Ummm. I am an 18 year old girl and I went down on my aunt Rose. It was very disturbing…………….. ………
………and I can’t explain how disturbing it fucking was and I can’t even write about it, because, fuckface I am not an 18 year old girl who was cunt-raped by her fucking aunt so go fuck yourself.
Can’t you see that I am disturbed. You filthy cunt. Leave me alone. No come back. Where are you going? Come back. I told you to leave me alone? Leave me alone. Come back. Please don’t go. I fucking hate you. I never want to see you again. Where are you going? Don’t leave.
#33 – yes, I can see you are disturbed. Crazy people are always the highlight of the party.
Until somebody gets tired of their act and bitch-slaps them anyway.
Good luck with the rapist/uncle Rob or any other issues you might have.
Unlike your Uncle, I won’t be fucking with you ever again.
@ 34 That breaks my heart because you are one of my favorites, I’m sorry if I offended your delicate sensitivities. Can we start over. It’s very important to me. Really. That we become cyber-friends. Here, let me start over. I’ll be nice really. I’ll be a good boy. I can be nice watch. Here goes.
Jimmy: Hi, IFuckingHateYou. How was your day today?
IFuckingHateYou: Fine thanks for asking Jimmy. How was your day?
Jimmy: Well, I have to tell you, IFuckingHateYou, that it was not such a good day for me. My therapy session didn’t go so well. I’m kinda sore, my jaw hurts and I have and awful belly ache.
IFuckingHateYou: I’m sorry to hear that. Would you like some Pepto bismol?
Jimmy: That’s o.k. IFuckingHateYou. I think I’ll be o.k. if I lay down for a little while.
“gettin caught with his pants down doin drugs”, WTF, they’re gettin high smokin each other’s johnson or what?
hopeless it seems to me that you are trying very hard to be funny. sometimes it works, sometimes it doesnt.
Thanks for pointing out that you wrote an article about this before superficial did. I wonder if Anderson Cooper calls Stone Phillips and talks himself because he delivered a story first. You suck.
sounds better this way:
hopeless; i fuckin hate to suck your cock
ifucku ; you hopeless bastard, suck my cock
hopeless; I fucking hate you
@37 That’s just fine. It’s pretty easy to pick on the disturbed raped boy. Yeah, have your way. Would you like me to bend over the sofa or the kitchen table?
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