As Edward Snowden cools his heels in his temporary asylum, Syria explodes, and teens kill from boredom, Miley Cyrus takes up airtime for her simulated sex with Alan Thicke's son on some VMA show.
Not the TV son, Kirk Cameron.
He is a devout Christian.
Mileage Cystic's fourth to last move, to impress upon the public , that she was no longer a sexless Disney teen
didn't do the trick.
Tonguing an infant statue proved fun, but fruitless.
A too large segment of the population still didn't find, Ms. C, sufficiently filthy.
All sorts of lengths of pant and skirt, were presented by her PR people,-- to the paparrazi.
Who promptly presented it to the public( with help of said PR people. ) NOTE: The tongue started to loll lasviciously at this juncture!
Still, too many of the money holding masses were stuck in a Hannah Montana mind frame. A Hannah Ahrent or Hanna Senesh state of mind? not so much.
Billy Ray Cyrus got busy and advised: Ya'll got to up the ante by wearing a panty! It's ain't working, you best start yer twerking.
The rest is HER STORY
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