Dear Justin Bobby, *
I'm not sure exactly why I hate you with the intensity of 1,000 fiery burning suns.
I mean, I know some of the reasons that the site of your elfish, bearded face makes me want to stab myself in my eyeballs:
- You're a fucking tool
- Your self-importance coupled with your "Mr. Mysterious" act make me violently ill
- Your rat's nest of a head makes you seem like a homeless person...not a "celebrity hairdresser."
- You ride a motorcycle
I'm hoping your new gig as a model does not involve any actual speaking parts...and that you never show your stu-pid self on The Hills again.