You can literally here the heads of three million teenage girls exploding at the sheer, colossal audacity of this final statement. I mean it basically is, and is exactly disturbing as, seeing Adam DeVillo's ball sack enlarged by a factor of 120 come careening at your face at the end of a giant construction crane's sheave wire and then actually hitting you under the chin.
But let's not discuss all that unpleasantness, shall we. Let's talk about the most important thing to come out of the show, nay the most important thing to come out of MTV history. Two words. Say them with me: Justin Bobby.
Justin Bobby being perfect.
Justin Bobby is perfect.
Justin Bobby at his classiest
Justin Bobby is classy.
Justin Bobby listening to something or even someone.
Justin Bobby will pay attention to you. I promise.
Justin Bobby touching his amazing face.
Justin Bobby picks his teeth.
Justin Bobby being bad!
Justin Bobby being good!
Justin Bobby is good. Imagine waking up to this every morning for the rest of your life. Perfection.
Did you know Justin Bobby was the one that finally convinced me to move out? I know, right? Well, he may have been talking to Audrina at the time, but I was pretty sure he was talking to me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bVXkrI5pDsc
Sigh. Well, I suppose I still have Ms. Olivia Palermo, the other most perfect person in the universe, to keep me company:
Love.
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