Miley, sweetie, you know I love you. Really. You’re almost as solid blog fodder as the queen wackjob herself, Paris Hilton, but for totally different reasons. While Paris does insane things that make for great articles, you SAY insane things that make for great articles.
See, after I put up that shot yesterday about how she’s been caught taking half-naked pictures of herself, AGAIN, a chunk of her upcoming memoir “Miles To Go” gets released. And man, is it ever a DOOZY. Seems that when us blogging types lay into her, it’s because we’re “full of anger, hatred, and bitterness.” Dig the extended quote::
“The media has said some stuff about my dad and me being too close and too cuddly for a father and daughter. For me and my dad, it’s not weird at all.”
Yes, and I’m sure that, for the Manson family, everybody having sex with Charlie before kidnapping Sharon Tate was also “not weird at all”.
I love–LOVE!–how anyone who has an unkind word about you or your has-been father has a personality disorder, but you running around mocking Asians–oops, I mean, MAKING GOOFY FACES–is somehow just fun antics. I can scarcely wait for the day when you take out a Denny’s with a shotgun in the midst of a tequila bender–oops, I mean, YOUTHFUL HIGH SPIRITS–and you start telling us blogger types that we’re just sad bitter basement dwellers for wasting bandwidth writing about it.
Because, after all, there’s nothing even VAGUELY creepy about this.
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