I had a fever, fever for the Bieber

Last weekend I got a glimpse of what the opposite sex has in store for me in approximately 10-12 years. Long story short, unless I grow up to be an androgynous pop star with wind-swept bangs I will more than likely not be a primary focal point of my fellow Chilean chicas.

Justin Bieber and his crew rolled into town and I can only hope a girl looks at me this way one day …

With that said though, I did receive some love from the hundreds of Bieberettes.

I like this last one below because the girl’s legs on the left blend in nearly perfect with Justin’s upper torso in the poster. Almost as if a mini-Biebs is right there in the flesh.

These shenanigans lasted throughout the night and into the following day. Some responsible parent even rented a truck for his kids and any willing Bieberette for some good, clean, South American celebratory fun. Can’t get any better than the title for the truck, “El Justin Man.”

But wait, a truck full of pre-pubescent teens herded like cattle, what could go wrong?

Girl at the top right looks like she just saw Justin’s corpse lodged beneath the double-wide wheels.

So one would have thought at this point, this whole teens in a truck deal was probably not the best idea. Not to mention will the parent who signed off on this ingenious idea be allowed to breed further. But no, what happened next is why I left the U.S. (although this clearly could have happened in the U.S. considering the power of the Biebs).

All aboard …

With the help of the police of course. Naturally.

Girl on the far right might be dead today, unclear.

Well, when all was said and done the party bus resumed its route and the Biebs put on a massive show leaving everyone clammering for more. This whole fever thing has now become that more clear to me.