This shit makes me so uncomfortable.
I don't know about you, but at 16, I wasn't watching "Sex and the City" and wearing thigh-high stripper heels to go along with my vag-flashing mini-dress ...
... while also pretending to have Christian morals. Nope, I'm pretty sure I was watching this:
YUP, you are seeing that correctly. That's Arthur. I love that aardvark mofo.
So basically, can Billy Ray go ahead and reel Miley in already? Shouldn't his God-loving heart be offended that his little girl is making a cameo in a movie about decidedly unreligious women who fuck all the time, and is doing so in a spiked dog-collar and whore boots? Wouldn't that shit make baby Jesus cry or something?
P.S. Bitch control your crazy eyes!
+ Photos courtesy of Dlisted, WPT
Monday, October 19, 2009
Party in the U.S.A., MY ASS.
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