I don't know about you, but I'm sort of glad we got Catrolled with this video. All these Bieber posts are messing up my life right now. As I was driving to work today, "Baby" came on the radio, and I caught myself singing, "Babby, Babby, Babby, Ohhhhhh".
Gabe, your musings in this post remind me of the great philosopher Ke$ha when she famously asked, "Does anyone ever stop to think: What if WE are the aliens?"
...I wondered why I was getting major deja vu from that trailer. I thought that maybe seeing all those people mashed into one movie trailer was just messing with my head but then I remembered a suppressed memory of watching Le Diner des Cons in a college french class. Worlds are colliding.
I'm not sure if this fits in with the "rules", per se, since the most recognizable actor is B-list at best, AND I have a feeling that no one EXPECTED it to be any good, but I'd like to nominate "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell".
Terrible, terrible, terrible.
this guy can play Milkaholic's bully boyfriend who starts trouble with E*Trade baby and his posse while they're trying to cross the playgound
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Frankly. I'm a bit creeped out by the fact that while I was watching this video, a messenger walked into my office and seemed a bit creeped out that I was listening to Justin Bieber. It all comes full circle!
OK... for the longest time, I thought that baby was saying "Nukka-Whaaaa?" and I was like, "Wow, this commercial is mildly racist."
Nope, I guess *I'm* racist.
In my small-town Pennsylvania high school, we had a polka competition that we all had to participate in. Funny thing is, it was cool to win. I remember being legitimately distraught when I took 3rd place.
I don't know why I'm sharing this.
Drake is the go-to "standing around in the background for some reason" guy. This is like the 3rd video he's done that. He must have a lot of free time.
I was a young cocky SOB runnin' the mean streets of New York. Everything was going well for me, but I found that no matter how much money I made, I'd never be rich. Then one day, some scraggly old dude showed up at my house, looking like he just got out of jail. He was sitting on my couch when I got home, and he was wearing one of my robes and smoking a cigar. Who is this dude? Is he here to teach me something, or help me in some way? The only answer I've gotten out of him so far is this cryptic message: "Money Never Sleeps." I don't even know what that means! Can you help me?
I might have accidentally beheaded a dog named Rigby in a failed taxidermy attempt, but I didn't kill any animals. Like I said, I'm more likely to hurt a human than a dog any day, but even then, like, not...really...possible. Oh and my name is Wolfie. MLIT.
I work for a senator (in a different state) and we are always happy to receive thank you calls. It's a welcome respite from irate callers that rip me a new one for a decision that I had absolutely nothing to do with, other than working here and happening to be the one who answered the phone call. Props to you for just calling to say thanks, even if you felt awkward and put on the spot!!
Is it weird that I immediately recognized that girl's voice as being the narrator of "Kittens Inspired by Kittens"? Probably. I guess that's the price I pay for doing nothing better with my life than watching internet videos all day, every day.
this is the most random assortment of individuals ever in a music video, i think. dancing ninjas, robots, ladies in spandex, geishas and biker dudes. pick a theme and stick with it, chris.
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