Some time back, I advocated firing David Lee Roth into the interior of the sun. That was wrong, and I would like to take this time to apologize to David Lee Roth for that post. Mr. Lee Roth, I formally apologize. Not because you don’t deserve to be shot directly into the heart of the sun, because quite clearly you do. If I mated Fran Drescher with 47 bagpipes and had the offspring host American Idol with a 90 minute cameo by Creed, it would still somehow be less annoying than anything that you have ever done in your life. No, I’d like to apologize because your seat on that rocket rightfully belongs to Miley Cyrus.
Holy shit, where to begin? First of all, I would like to say that I did not watch the VMA’s. I don’t watch TV, period (well, except for Breaking Bad), and I’d rather perform a home vasectomy with a cheese grater than watch something as insipid at the VMA’s. I was aware that something had occurred during the VMA’s and people were talking about it, but I just hoped that maybe they had a sarin gas leak and left well enough alone. Then a friend of mine sent me a video clip along with this sentence: “This is right up your alley. You’ll truly appreciate how horrible this is.” This person is no longer my friend.
Yes, I’m referring to Miley Cyrus’ VMA appearance during which she acted exactly as you would expect her to: Like an ugly, horse-faced, skank on drugs. And not even good drugs, probably some basement meth mixed with Kahlúa and administered anally. Rather than try to describe the entire travesty, I’ll break it down into phases:
Phase One – Frolicking With Bears, Looking Like A Horse
Miley began her performance emerging from the torso of a giant stuffed bear, the symbolism not escaping anyone: Miley Cyrus is high as a motherfucker on crack. She also started doing this thing with her tongue:
Yeah, that’s appealing.
I can say this with 100% certainty. For someone whose face is regularly compared to that of a horse, sticking your tongue out like Mr. Fucking Ed is not a good look for you. Although at first I figured this was just an extreme form of cocaine face, I soon realized that this was Miley’s sad, pathetic attempt at starting “a thing”.
Miley Cyrus: And I was thinking, oh-my-God-I’m-so-high, I was thinking, I should start a new thing, you know? So, like, what should I do? It’s gotta be something that all the kids would do, something cool, something rad, something that’s never been done before, because oh-my-God-I’m-so-high, if I come up with, like, a thing, then I can, you know, go on tour and make assloads of money, because I’ve been blowing through it like crazy lately, and if I had a lot more, I’d buy a vacation home in the Andes because they’ve got this amazing blue coke from Peru, and I’d like put a fucking mountain of it in my living room and like, ski through all my coke every morning, with actual fucking skis and everything, and it’d be so cool, plus everyone has like, a thing, and my thing is kind of old and linked to Disney, which is so fucking lame I can’t even believe it, so I need to show people that I’m not like this princess, but like I do a lot of drugs and one time I fucked a homeless guy until he died which was funny as shit, but back to my point maybe I should just stick my tongue out way to the side, because that’s cool, right? Oh-my-God-I’m-so-fucking-high! Right?
McDonald’s Drive Thru Box: Ma’am, do you want to order some food or not?
Phase Two – Miley Cyrus Presents
Not “presents”, like, “And now, the makers of Valtrex presents… Miley Cyrus!” No, “presents” like, “The female panda, aroused and fully engorged, presents herself to the male, and mating begins.”
Actual footage of Miley Cyrus at the VMA’s
Seriously, Miley Cyrus spent more time bent over than Courtney Love at HeroinCon 2011. It was like she had a really bad yeast infection and was desperately trying to air things out a little bit. Making matters worse, she changed, on stage, into what looked like a bikini made out of Band-Aids. Ill fitting Band-Aids. It was… Well, to say it was disturbing would be putting it mildly. It was so disturbing that no one, and I mean no one, would ever, in the history of mankind get jiggy with it.
Way, way, way worse than The Carlton.
Phase Three – Miley Cyrus Reverse Rapes Alan Thicke’s Son On Stage
There’s not a whole lot more to say about that. Alan Thicke’s son. Jesus…
Miley Cyrus was annoying enough when her braying was limited to the Disney Channel and the damage she did tricking little girls into thinking that behaving like a spoiled fucking brat was a good thing, could be counteracted by a massive grounding and maybe a little electro-shock therapy. But now she’s reached annoying levels seldom charted outside of New Jersey, and I can’t even go through a day at work without hearing her washed up, flabby, malformed ass brought up in otherwise respectable company.
Miley Cyrus is a diseased twat-bag of almost epic proportions, and David Lee Roth, I apologize for hinting even indirectly that you are more annoying than she is, even if she doesn’t go “Bozadee bozadee bop zitty bop” like a drooling fucking imbecile.
I see no reason why they can’t be shot into the sun together.
May this be the last I ever hear of that pathetic girl and her attempt to do…whatever that was.
No, it’s only fair to shoot one of them in there as a warning to the others. Then, if they don’t change their ways, we bring the Space Shuttle out of retirement and load it the fuck up.
HeroinCon… So much funny right there.
I’ve heard about this, but I’ve not seen it. Nor do I wish to. One of the young people I adore was talking about it today – and subsequently asked if I knew what twerking was. Because being 37 makes me really fucking old and out-of-touch, apparently.
I punched him in the face with my ass.
Man, that would have been WAY more fun to watch on the VMAs.
Hmmm… I’m going to need video before ruling on this. You DID get this on video, didn’t you?
Yes, I’ll be releasing it with my memoir. I’m hoping the book will become a Broadway production all about punching people in the face with my ass.
I’m from Jersey, so I’d like to inform anyone who was confused about what people were calling her “twerking on Robin Thicke” I believe the technical term was that she “Jersey turnpike-d Robin Thicke, in the style of twerking”.
I just knew that this was such an important issue that no factual details should be left out.
ALSO. OMG, JESSE! WHAT ARE YOU DOING! YOU KNOW THAT KID WASN’T POISONED BY RICIN BECAUSE THE DOCTORS TOLD YOU! HOW COULD YOU GET CONFUSED?
Ok, this was easy to miss…
Walt poisoned the kid with the Lily of the Valley plant that grows in his back yard.
Walt then had Saul steal the Ricin
When the kid became sick, Walter denied poisoning the kid with Ricin and pinned the blame on Gus.
Angry, Jesse agreed to help kill Gus (He’d been dragging his heels until then)
Walt never wanted to hurt the boy, which is why he used Lily of the Valley, knowing the doctors would be able to cure him.
Jesse realized in the last episode that Saul had stolen the Ricin, and assumed (correctly) that this was part of a plot he didn’t fully understand. Sick of Walt’s manipulation and scheming, he set out to torch his home.
I got all that other stuff, I suppose I assumed that Jesse thought it actually was ricin (beans). So, durrrr.
Why fuck up the sun? Shoot her into that weird black hole they just found in Atlantis. Let some alternate reality have her.
You’re right, the sun could retaliate by going supernova, and then we’d all be fucked. We need to fire her into someplace useless that no one gives a fuck about, like Indiana.
I was tricked into clicking on the link to the video by some oh-so-clever person who put Michael Keaton’s head on Robin Thicke’s body. I felt compelled to find out why she was dry humping Beetlejuice.
What a train wreck.
If she would’ve dry humped Beetlejuice, Geena Davis would’ve been all like, “Whoah, step off bitch!”
Whatever happened to Geena Davis? She just fell off the face of the earth.
(Wikipedia)
Oh, she’s working for Ringling Bros as the bearded lady. (Not true, but wouldn’t that be awesome if it was?)
My God, I think they put down the wrong bear.
http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/beloved-central-park-zoo-polar-bear-gus-dies-article-1.1439092
To be fair, Miley Cyrus makes most people want to put down all bears, just to be on the safe side.
(By the way, I love how the NYC bear is described as “neurotic”. He’s like the Woody Allen of polar bears?
My Man had to pretty much tie me down and force me to watch it. Then he showed me a pic he found of her doing whatever she was doing to Beetlejuice. BWAAHHH!
I laughed my ass off, it helped that I was consuming alcohol at the time.
I did wash my eyes out with soap afterward, the alternative was stabbing myself in the eye with a fork.
Some things seen can’t be unseen.
I am scarred for life.
Well, you’ll do well here then. Anyone who isn’t already scarred, I get them up to speed in a hurry.
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