A common phrase in Americockney. A statement of fact.
Derived from the ubiquitous and incessant presence of Justin Bieber, a constant annoyance in modern American culture. Provides a vent for buildup of hatred, in addition to being a delightful self-referential meta-pun.
As a statement of fact: "I can't believe you said that!! Biebs."
To cushion the blow: "You are such a dick. Biebs."
(verb) to be given the false impression from an acquaintance that he/she is excited to spend time with you, but in reality only comes over and smokes all your weed.
A unit of measurement named after Justin Bieber. Similar to how we measure temperature in degrees, or brightness in lumens, we measure song quality in Biebs. A song with more biebs tends to be rejected by the human body.
100 Biebs is equal to Justin Bieber's "Baby", and 0 biebs is equal to your average Beatle's song. Of course, there are negative Biebs (for good bands), and the scale goes past 100 for songs worse than Baby.
When the average person hears a song with more than 10 Biebs, the Bieb receptor begins to reject it. A song with more than 100 Biebs (like Nickelback) will completely overwhelm the Bieb receptor.
Teenage girls and Canadians like their music with many biebs because their Bieb receptors haven't developed yet.
That new band has -320 Biebs! Someone should get them signed, and not some One Direction garbage! My Bieb receptors hurt!
Bieb receptors, believe it or not, are also functional in deaf people! They are a separate part of the body from your ears. We (who can hear) just link them with the sound of music. Play a JB song around a deaf person and he/she will feel pain and not know what caused it.
Putting your obsession with Justin Bieber into action in every possible way.
Hey, whatcha doing?
Well, I saw Justin's latest tweet was posted 14 seconds ago, meaning there's a good chance he's online right now, so therefore I'm sending him about 30 tweets per minute telling him how much I love him while I listen to his new album, Under the Mistletoe, and think about how much I'm loving the way he's been spiking his hair up lately, while sitting in my room full of JB posters.