I “watched” the vmas last night. By watched I mean, peeked at it while I was playing Candy Crush. That whole show was horrible, but the culmination of that mess was Miley Cyrus. Here Pedo-Bear approved performance made me put the Iphone down.
Where to begin. Mija… no canta, no baila, no se sabe peinar ni vestir… what’s left? Oh yes, MAKE AN ASS OUT OF YOURSELF.
I miss the arrogance of youth… La morra seguro esta en su casa, cruda y bajoneando de quien sabe que fregados se metio (nobody needs to have their tongue out so much, unless they are chemically stimulated) pensando… that was awesome.
And it was, awesomely tragic, and oh so fun to watch. Pero bueno, quien en su juventud no hizo alguna pendejada similar… we all have those moments we look back on and cringe, at least they weren’t televised.
That’s what I get for watching the VMAs and trying to be cool and with it… today I feel like I’m channeling Grandpa Simpson
My only advice to Miley is: if you are going to continue with this “twerking thing”…. Tijuana offers really good butt implant deals.