Justin Bieber, AKA My Mortal Enemy, was on "Chelsea Lately" last night to promote his new album (Why have you forsaken us, almight Godtopus?!) and decided to hit on Chelsea Handler. And believe me when I say, she was not having any of it. I can say in perfect honesty that watching Justin Bieber squirm while Chelsea throws jab after jab at him is easily the most fulfilling part of my day. Even more fulfilling than eating two of those little cups of yogurt that Jaime Lee Curtis keeps hawking on TV. Hey, if Jaime Lee Curtis and a bunch of little yellow CGI balls say it'll help you drop a shadoobie, I'm on board.