Justin Bieber hotboxed his way to the Super Bowl last week on a private jet. The little lesbian ferret rented a Gulfstream jet to take his posse of Misfit Toys, his lovely dad, and a whole lot of weed from Toronto to New Jersey. The plane was so full of marijuana smoke that the pilot had to use an oxygen mask to keep from getting fucked up. Bieber and his dad also berated the lady flight attendants to the point where the pilot and his oxygen mask had to step in. The Gulfstream was met by the cops and the DEA in New Jersey and even though there was smoky residue of the flying bong, the police couldn’t find any unsmoked drugs onboard. Which leads me to believe either they were stunt cops from a Cheech & Chong movie, or somebody gave somebody free concert tickets and some concessions money to make everything go away. The pilot and crew all refused to press charges because they don’t want to lose their jobs at the hands of angry Napoleon who swings a lot of weight with Canadian private jet companies. The entire incident is just another reminder that street justice remains the only possible avenue for proper correctional measures against The Biebs. I’m not suggesting that everybody try to beat the shit out of him should they encounter him in public, I’m also not not suggesting that. There aren’t that many ways to become a real life hero anymore.