Gabby Windey

And in walks a Bieber of a sort.

A Justin Bieber, he gonna show you off.

What a classic, I'll never get sick of that song.

His head held surprisingly high.

after his Grammy performance.

All in there.

Robbie says, you know, me and Bieber, we go way back because they're both from Canada, but completely different parts of Canada, but she owns the Canadian anyway.

She loves him, the number one original Belieber.

She sheds a tear.

Maybe this was all worth it.

It ended as fast as it began.

by means of an altercation, a hate grime, a destruction of our will.

For Robbie, like a good husband, goes to look for my forlorn, missing American spirits.

And on the way, there was a mere piccadillo.

If I may quote the late Moira Rose, well, Catherine O'Hare, where some glasses on her way were broken.

They were spilled on the floor.

Of course, we're in a bar and living in an imperfect world.

Robbie is just in the middle by happenstance, for she is as innocent as a cloudless sky.

Sure, she could have accidentally spilled the glass because she is clumsy, but either way, it's not like it's on purpose.

If it was in her to be aware of her surroundings, she would.