Ah bless. Justin Bieber was reunited with his favourite sh*t-catcher trousers on Sunday night- oh and also his girlfriend after he’s been knocked back by Victoria’s Secret models Selena Gomez.
The pair played at being grown-ups and went to Wolfgang’s Steakhouse in Beverly Hills (which is also Thomas Mapother Cruise’s favourite restaurant on the rare occasions when David Miscavige allows him to think for himself).
In Justin’s eyes, it serves burgers if you ask real polite so it’s like taking Selena to a posh McDonalds but with the bonus of no fans hassling them (because none of the other patrons know who either of them are).
And, as you do when you go somewhere ‘fancy’ as baby Bieber would call it, he wore hi-tops and a trucker cap along with his diaper pants.
Well it’s better than what he wore to accept an award from Canada’s Prime Minister.
He wore the same pantalons after the AMAs as his personal umbrella holder poked poor Selly in the eye as they tried to evade the papz.
I’m more interested in his ridiculous choice of clothing than his on/off relationship with Selena but I have a feeling the two are connected.
Justin, like all teenage males, clearly has a problem with wolfing down all the wrong things from room service in whatever hotel he’s staying at on tour and then stinking the place out thanks to turbo-charged trumps- leaving Selly no choice but to dump and then unfollow him on twitter periodically.
Luckily though, he’s obviously been pointed in the direction of Deoest underwear from Japan which uses “whiff-absorbing ceramic particles in the material fibres.”
But they wouldn’t look cool on display when he wears his jeans around his knees on stage like he thinks Calvin Kleins do and plus the extra-long MC Hammer style pants are probably an emergency precaution in case Biebs follows through after eating his dinner too fast.