Once darlings, just once would I like to brand Justin Bieber’s newest tattoo as classy and sexy and terrific. But alas, I cannot. It’s not my fault that he insists upon covering his body with only the lamest and most eye-rolling tats imaginable!
Just days after JB finished his sleeves and promised that he’s done with the body modifications for now, he turns up with the word patience inked in old English down his neck like some prison yard thug:
Oh Jussy, please stop! First the word believe, then forgive, now this? What’s next? Inspire? Evolve? Douche? (Although to be honest, I can’t say I’d be opposed to that last one…)
Perhaps I’m still holding out a faint glimmer of hope that Jussy can one day dial down the brattitude and evolve into a charming gentleman – but the more he covers himself with these awful inkings, the less likely that seems.
What’s your take on JB’s latest addition? Tres unfortunate or exactly what his mantra should be?